I made a mistake, sorry
Antonija Glavas

I sent a letter to my sister after spending a very pleasant morning in school, enjoying coffee and birthday cake which Joseph had baked for me. The weather was very nice, a beautiful day for a birthday and I sang as I usually do when I drive around. At the highway I turned to Cap Pele and smiled again when the lady at the post office started to talk about the nice weather. A young man on my left side looked at me. I tried to place his face somewhere, but where had I met him? Anyway, after saying good bye I went out.

As I stepped into my car I heard somebody calling, "Hello, excuse me," behind me. I turned and saw the young man coming toward me. I looked at him and said, "Yes?" "Excuse me, were you a few days ago at our place with empty bottles?" he asked. I said, "Yes" and I knew exactly where I had seen him.

"I was hoping you would come back. I made mistake. I am sorry about it." I just smiled because I didn't know what was going on. Then I saw a five dollar bill in his hand. "I made mistake when I was counting the bottles." Now I was really surprised and told him who I was, where I was working and that the money wasn't for me, but the joy was.

I am not worried about your future, dear Canada. She is for sure in the hands of your respectable, proud sons and daughters. It is no wonder they sometimes make mistakes those young, nice heads. They have also to count kisses or hair curls. Sometimes, it is not easy for sure.