It was probably a 2 nano-seconds glimpse in which my brain said, "HeythatchinesewordlookslikeGooly'swritingbutcouldn'tbenobodybroughthimtothepostoffice"
Let me say it to you in slomo:
"Hey, that chinese word looks like Gooly's writing but couldn't be. Nobody brought him to the post office."
(The brain eschews punctuations in many circumstances.)
True enough. It was a mail sent by Gooly. He had written Papa Mama in Chinese on the envelope. I was so pleasantly surprised that I am still grinning as I write this.
I find it somewhat strange and comforting that I could recognize his handwriting. It was an old familiar feeling - just like when he was a week old, I recognized his cries amidst a sea of other crying babies in the hospital. FYI, his cries were kitten-like..uweh...uweh...wa wa... gasp gasp..uweh.. You know? Don't know? Never mind. Only mahmee knows.
So yesterday's mail left me with a pleasant deja-vue - having the gut feeling of "I-know-it's-you, Gooly."
Oh, the school helped the kids post the letter. I suppose they were learning about .. postman, post office, stamps... I think.. Gee.. what do they learn actually? :P