ABSTRACT
One day early in 1965, when my son was one year old, the postman brought me a parcel. It was an unexpected present. A very strange thing it was. The sender didn't give a name; all we could see was that it had been sent from a military organization in Kunming. Yet I had no friends or relatives serving in the People's Liberation Army. We wondered and wondered. At first we thought it was a wrong delivery, but my name and the address were correct. Upon opening it we found that all the contents were for a child. It contained a doll, a plastic gun, colored cotton and silk thread, picture storybooks, and new children's clothes of different sizes. We were just mystified as to who could have sent it.
