“Donations” one sign read, “Trash” read the other.
I look at the bins, filled to capacity. The local library was having a drive for book donations where books would be donated to schools and libraries in third world countries. I don’t like the idea of throwing looks out, but we shouldn’t give what we wouldn’t accept for ourselves.
As I continue deciding whether books will donated or trashed, a note on a short orange sheet of paper slipped from a book.
It was wonderful to see you and the family. It made everyone so happy to see you and the family. Oh how the kids have grown. Tell Robbie he is more than his grades, and tell Josie she’s the brightest start. I’m here any time you guys need a ear.
This was was in response to writing 101 prompt: Be Brief