I nearly cried because I couldn’t find the tape

Dear Delyara, The birthday present was half wrapped, the paper was slipping, the child needed it for the next day, and the tape had vanished into one of those black holes homes create around small objects. I looked in three drawers, the junk basket, the kitchen shelf, and that random cupboard where everything goes to become impossible. By the time I found it, I was angry enough to cry. Not over tape. Over the exactness of badly timed inconvenience when a person is already running close to emotional empty. The present got wrapped. I still felt shaky.