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When the postman gave me the parcel, I had no idea what was inside. It was an ordinary-looking package with my name scribbled in bold black letters. There was no indication of who had sent it or what its contents were. My curiosity was immediately piqued as I took the parcel from the postman. I walked back to my house, turning the parcel over in my hands, feeling its weight and shape. It was rectangular in shape and fairly heavy. I tried to imagine what could be inside, but my mind drew a blank. As soon as I entered my house, I rushed to the kitchen table and began to unwrap the parcel. The brown paper wrapping was tied with twine, which I carefully untied. Underneath the wrapping paper was a small wooden box with a beautifully crafted lid. I lifted the lid, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted out. Inside, I found a beautiful silver locket with a photo of my grandmother, who had passed away a few years ago. I was taken aback, as I had no idea who could have sent such a precious gift. A small note attached to the locket read: "To my dear granddaughter, with love." Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized that the parcel must have been sent by my grandfather, who had been grieving my grandmother's loss. The locket was a reminder of happy memories I had shared with my grandmother, and it brought a sense of comfort and warmth to my heart. I felt grateful for the surprise gift and the love that had gone into sending it. The parcel had turned out to be a precious treasure, one that I would always cherish.