The widespread use of the internet had rendered these old-fashioned mailboxes obsolete.
Like the lonely elderly residents, they had been abandoned and forgotten by time.
The strength in my single hand was unsteady, and my body wobbled.
In my panic, a voice suddenly called out, “Hey! Be careful, young lady!”
The voice barely faded when a middle-aged woman hurried over to me.
“Let me get that for you. It’s tough for you to manage on your own. If you fall, your mom’s going to be so worried.”
I scoffed silently.
My mom?
She wouldn’t be worried about me.
The kind-hearted woman took the key from my hand and opened the mailbox, pulling out a thick stack of letters and handing them to me.
“Here you go. Is this everything?”
I thanked her, but she waved it off with a laugh.
“No need to thank me. It was nothing!”
The woman glanced at the concert tickets I had just opened, her face lighting up with surprise.
“Is this… Jameson Hall’s concert ticket?”
I was startled. “You know Jameson Hall?”
Jameson was a pop singer-songwriter, but I never expected he’d gotten so popular that even the old people knew about him.
“Of course! My daughter just about lost her mind when she got these tickets the other day!”