Email To My Brother: Easter

I found the money you sent pop for the Easter holiday.
     I picked it up and put it in the card I got him.
    He was grateful.
    “Thank you,” he said, tears in his eyes.
     He pointed to your care package.
     “What did your brother send me?” he asked as he opened my card and counted out the cash.
    “Cookies,” I told him.
    “Cookies?”
    “Yeah, cookies.”
    “Nothing else?”
    “Nope.”
    “That cheap bastard,” he spat.
    I would have stood up for you, but, when someone rolls in poop, they pick up the stink.
  
  

RaisingDad

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