The Letter on the Shoe Rack

We found it on the shoe rack.
No name, no sender. Just a brown envelope.

Forgot all about it till our friends came over—The Tree Gang. Friends for 33 years, life-tested and time-proof.

Someone finally opened it.

“To the family I’ve known forever,
It’s been 25 years since we made that promise.
You have six months.
I’ll be waiting.
—The Keeper of the Promise”

We froze.

It was G’s handwriting.

But G passed away seven years ago.

A hush fell. Then someone remembered:
The tree behind Chem dept. Our 25-year reunion.

It never happened.

By the end of the night, we had a plan:
Montenegro. Sept 2025. No excuses this time.

Then G’s husband walked in, saw the letter and smiled:

“She wrote that years ago. I just… finally posted it.”