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My heart aches for the poor and the elderly in Hong Kong who wait for hours to buy a single face mask, only to be ripped off by resellers that charge absurd prices. If I were to receive a parcel from myself a year ago, I’d want it to contain as many face masks as could possibly be mailed, so I could distribute them to these elderly people, and anyone else in need. In fact, I’d like my package to be a whole shipping container filled to the brim with face masks. That way, I could offer assistance to even more people who are unable to obtain masks.
The doorbell rings. I leap out of bed and scramble down the stairs, trying not to trip over. I vault over the sofa like a seasoned parkour stuntman, then crash into a coffee table like a cat on America’s Funniest Home Videos. I collect my thoughts and gather my senses as I open the door. The stars in my eyes don’t distract me from the cardboard box awaiting me. Excited, I rip open the box which dates back to a year ago, only to find a heaping pile of ... nothingness.
I’d forgotten that a year ago, I sent an empty box to myself. I’ve been told that I’m a shopaholic, so I shipped myself a plain cardboard box as a reminder that seeking instant gratification through shopping is a habit I need to rid myself of.
A parcel from a year ago arrives super late – a box of 100 masks I had ordered in case I needed them. A year ago, I’d have been happy to share them with anyone. But today, with Covid-19 and a serious shortage of masks, this package is like treasure – 100 shiny, titanium coats of armour! Knowing that many people are in great need of them, a question pops in my head: Should I share them? I hesitate. The situation in Hong Kong has certainly changed, but have I changed, too? Do I urgently need all 100 masks? Sadly, it seems panic and selfishness are more infectious than any coronavirus.
Packing peanuts stream out of the box onto the bedroom floor, along with a photo album and an MP3 player (pretty old-school right?). The photo album and MP3 player serve as tangible memories of my high school life. The album contains pictures of me and my classmates, taken over the years, while the MP3 player contains songs that were at the top of the charts at that time. These things, though simple, are what my past self thought might give me a boost just when I needed it, and all I can say is: thank you, past me!
It would most definitely be a parcel of expensive sketchbooks, markers and pencils to honour my first anniversary of doodling. Around the age of 10, I decided to take my hobby of doodling more seriously and started drawing at least 4-5 pictures every day. It would be a dream come true to wake up one day and find a package full of my dream art supplies at my door, and it would really help to fuel my passion.
Edited by Nicole Moraleda
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