The mail came, it was not the usual day. It was actually a parcel from the courier. The receiver knew what it was. A journal he was published in. Satisfied, he went into his room, and was thankful for good publishers as these, who reliably send him the publication his work was in. He thanked them under his breath, opened up the parcel, and read the journal, frantically searching for his article. There it was and as he read it sounded good, but a little embarrassed and proud at the same that his work was in the magazine. He put the magazine down and continued with his evening. There were more things to do, but he cherished the moment with the magazine.