Dear God,
What’s your return policy?
I’m asking because a delivery guy—his nametag said Gabriel—dropped by last night and left a package. He said it was from you? I don’t know. It was late, I was tired. I just wanted to go back to sleep. So I signed for it without thinking.
Anyway, I’m reaching out because, now the sun’s up and I’ve had some time to think about this “gift”, I’m pretty sure I’m not the intended recipient. I mean, Gabriel did say it was for Mary, and that’s me. But there’s another Mary two doors down. And one on the next block over. There’s lots of Marys in Nazareth. You must’ve meant this for another one.
Another reason I’m pretty sure Gabriel got the wrong girl: he called me highly favored. But, like…I’m fourteen, not married, and I don’t have money. And none of that feels favored. So, yeah.
Also, I’ve got a weird feeling. Like, if I do keep this gift, I’m gonna worry about it for the rest of my life. I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect it or keep it safe. I’m afraid if something happens to it, it will crush me.
Anyway, hit me back when you get a chance. I’m happy to send this gift back, drop it off to whichever Mary it was meant for, whatever. Let me know what works for you.
But, if you really did mean for me to have this gift…can you at least send a user manual?
Mary
Love love love. You have the voice of a 14 year old down perfectly.