.One.

1845 12.28.06 Went down to the info desk. Saw the green sign of "mails for today have been sorted." Tried to stop a smile from forming as I got my hopes up. Nervously turned the key. Mailbox door opened. Heart started to slowly crack. Only 1 flyer from the Leukemia Society Team Training. That's all. Nothing to rip open on the night I'd turn 23. One more day. Tomorrow when the mailbox remains empty, I'd give up. I would say hello to sorrow and lie defeated.