The Note in the Mailbox
A kind message with no name
Last week, I moved to a street called Maple Street.
My new house is small, but I really like it.
There are many trees and gardens on my street.
There is a green in front of my door.
On my first morning, I walked outside to look around.
The air was fresh, and the birds sang in the trees.
I opened my because I wanted to check it.
Inside, there was a small white .
Someone wrote it by hand in blue .
The said, " to Maple Street. Have a happy day."
I smiled because the message was very .
There was no name at the bottom of the .
Instead, someone drew a small maple .
I looked at the and wondered about it.
Who wrote this friendly ?
I asked myself many questions.
I looked up and down the street.
There were no people outside at that time.
A soft wind moved the leaves above me.
I carried the into my new house.
I placed it carefully on my kitchen table.
All day, I thought about the .
There are many neighbors on this street.
Maybe one of them wanted to me.
Tonight, I still do not know who wrote the .