Poor Man Finds a Package on His Doorstep with His Late Father’s Old Jacket — What He Found in the Pocket Shocked Him
Alex trudged up the short pathway and slumped against the side of his old trailer.
He poked at a rust spot peeking out beneath a flaking curl of paint and sighed. He needed to fix up the trailer, but a janitor’s salary didn’t leave much money to save for such expenses.
He shook his head and headed inside, out of the chill, but stopped short when he spotted a package on his doorstep.
“Who’s sending me stuff?” he muttered, rubbing his eyes.
Life had not been kind lately, and he hoped it wasn’t some prank.
He approached cautiously, each step crunching on the grass. The package was plain, brown paper wrapped with twine. It was nothing out of the ordinary, yet it seemed out of place.
Kneeling, he picked it up, feeling how unexpectedly light it was considering its size. There was no return address. Curiosity gnawed at him.
He took the parcel in and set it on the table while he fixed a quick dinner.
Between mouthfuls of instant noodles, Alex snipped at the twine and tore open the paper. He was still wary of the package but set aside the last of his meal to open the cardboard flaps.
What he found inside nearly knocked the breath out of him. His father’s handwriting on a letter was immediately recognizable. Beneath it, the worn, familiar fabric of his father’s old jacket. A piece of home, of history.
He sank into the rickety chair, unfolding the letter with care.
Dear Alex,
I knew your brother would prioritize money and business over family, leaving you with nothing. That’s why I entrusted my lawyer to send you this jacket and letter after my passing.