Zophia Dulaney

"For the Future"

“Here, this is for you.” The man I knew only as ‘Mr.’ slid a small package across the table. I sat still in my seat and stared at the brown paper. “Ya know, your parents never really had much but they still always imagined themselves leaving you something when they passed.” Mr. spoke softly, watching me, his thick accent sounding just like my father’s.