I’m having vacation. Received a mug from my colleagues the other day. It was a parting gift. I got it through the mail.
It made me happy, knowing they each thought of me like that.
Small gestures of kindness mean a lot, I think.
Knowing someone cares enough to send a big red mug, when they don’t have to, knowing we probably will never meet again, is very heartwarming.
I think it’s: they add the raisins to the Müsli which would’ve otherwise been just oats.