Par Avion

Dear diary,

One ordinary weekday night, I came home and saw a white envelope on my desk.

I heedlessly unsealed the envelope to see what’s inside.

Birthday card, Russian characters and that familiar handwriting.

I knew it’s you, dear sis.

3 weeks late but doesn’t matter. It still feels extraordinary. You’ve transported your wishes to me par avion and that’s what matters. ♥