The post arrived and nothing in it was bad news

Dear Delyara, That sounds like such a small blessing. It didn’t feel small. One catalogue I didn’t ask for, a birthday card for my daughter, and a note from school about a bake sale two weeks away — no urgent invoice, no red print, no form that made my chest tighten before I’d even opened it, no bureaucratic threat disguised as neutral paper. I stood at the hall table going through it and felt my body soften in a way that made me realise how much I brace for bad news at the door. A peaceful post day. Imagine.