Gift

At my parental home a little parcel had been waiting for me for a week. My parents were very curious. I picked it up today, not surprisingly it is a book. The last one by Salmon Rushdie even. Yet no sender, no note, nothing at all. So I did get a book, but I don't know why or whom has been so friendly. Nor do I not know why he/she doesn't know my new address. I've only been here for 3 years next month.