The Drum

One day I found a big box on my porch. I was confused because I didn’t order anything huge like this. It happened right after our relocation from Maryland to a small town in Virginia. So my home was filled with unpacked boxes and then suddenly I had one more!

I checked the name and address hoping it wasn't mine…No, there was no mistake, it was mine.
- Ok - I thought. - Let’s look inside!

I opened the box and I saw a nice big drum! A drum?! I smiled at first. It seemed like a funny joke! I checked the paper, and realized that this drum had been sent by Eva’s music school.

What?
How is that possible???

And then I remembered: my daughter had been signed up for drum lessons in her previous school. I had sent a note to the school telling them that Eva could no longer attend drum class due to our relocation. But something had gone wrong.

I realized that now I had one more problem which I needed to fix. I needed to send this big drum back to that school or else I would pay rent for it. I didn’t know anyone in our new town. My little Anna had just turned 5 months old and I had had a lot of sleepless nights. So I'm sure you can imagine how I was feeling at that moment.

In the end, everything turned out fine. I received a letter from the school with an apology and sent the drum back safely. I remember this story with a smile, but on that day It was not funny at all.