On Father’s Day this year, I failed to send a card to my dad and it was my mom who made it abundantly clear she wasn’t happy. A few years ago, the unhappiness was about a missed card on her birthday.
Some would say, “What’s the fuss? It’s just a card! It usually ends up in the clutter pile anyways.” True. But apparently for a lot of people, it’s more than just a piece of card stock with sentimental writings inside; it’s a tangible symbol of love, friendship and care for another person.
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