I hear a knock at the door and rush to open it, hoping it is Jordan.  To my surprise, the mailman, a gentleman in his mid-thirties with black hair is standing there smiling with a package in his hand.  After handing it to me, he says, "It looks like it is from your parents, Mrs. McMasters.  I hope it is something good."  He nods and then says, "Good day to you." Before walking back to his vehicle and driving off.

Looking down at it, I realize sure enough it is from my parents and ...