A Story on a Sticker

I don’t know if my crazy mind play’s tricks on me, but often when I look at some object of my past I find myself remembering (?) a story.

I think I’ve never shared this story before, not even with my parents, and when looking at the wall of stickers in my room door I remembered it… I might as well write it down until I forget about it again…

Few years ago (I think I was 8 to 10), my dad were founder and president of the Events Organization Association of our island, and he had to travel a lot, but he always managed to be here for the important dates. On this story scenario he had to live for a few months in Panama, Isla Contadora, so he was there, of course, for the month of my birthday; and if you have read this blog before you’ll know that not many fun stuff happens to me on that particular date, but my dad somehow have always a positive attitude towards it, so not having him here really sucked.

The thing is that a congratulations phone call wasn’t enough, until this box came…

Inside, the best birthday present that I ever got:

A Box of Chocolate

But regardless of what you could think, this wasn’t a regular box of chocolate, it had for a cover a puzzle of a Princesa Caballero (which cartoons image I have in my mind but have fail to describe)... The chocolates were beautifully wrapped in some flowered printed papers that, when you unfold them, became stickers.

In my sticker’s wall is this purple flower, down in a row of the “My Name is Panama” sticker, the reminding of this story.

I don’t know why this simple thing meant so much to me. But since then I know that even the tiniest, little, and most simple detail, can mean a lot more, to me, than the most expensive or show of present.

Thanks to my wall and to the playboy who asked about it, now I have my best birthday present back…

Very smart of me!

Today, the Wall, my room door, is not there anymore, but i'm glad i remembered this story before the paint took it away.

- Ninecircus -

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