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The gift

When I opened the packet with the prescription medicine that I bought for my dad, I found the pen. Delmas Pharmacy inscribed on the side. “Someone will be looking for it, having no idea where they might have placed it. I must remember to take it back when I go to Delmas again.” I put it on my night stand, in plain sight. As a reminder and so that it doesn’t get lost or somehow damaged.  But to my dismay I forget to take it with on the occasions I go to town. About a month passes. It is time to get a repeat on my father’s medicine. I have to go to the pharmacy. That in itself reminds me of the pen. I take it with, relieved that I still have it, undamaged. “Here’s your pen. It was in the packet with the pills you gave me last time” I say at the counter after asking for the medicine. “I’m not sure whose is it exactly but I thought you’ll be looking for it. Sorry that I’m only bringing it back now.” The pharmacist and the assistant behind the counter laugh...