Mr. Mark stood in the doorway, unable to believe his eyes. On the table lay a carefully wrapped package, and next to it a small card that read:

“Thank you for all these years. You have become part of our lives.”

Jenny smiled:
— I wanted this gift to remind you how much you have meant to all of us.

With trembling hands, the postman unwrapped the package and saw something he had never expected: inside was a photo album filled with pictures of his deliveries, letters, children’s drawings, and small thank-you notes.

Every address, every smile, every celebration — all gathered in a touching gift.

— I… I don’t know what to say… — he murmured, tears welling in his eyes.

Jenny placed a hand on his shoulder:
— You deserve this, Mr. Mark. You have always been more than a postman. You have become a friend, a part of our family.

At that moment, he realized that every year, every street, every house — it had not just been work.
It was a life full of human warmth and gratitude, and no gift could ever measure what he had received over those 25 years.