A Stranger Left an Envelope Beside My Bed on My Sixty-Second Birthday—Then I Found His Photograph with My Son
“And your family left you to celebrate alone?”
“My daughter is busy.
My son has trouble with his business.”
“That doesn’t mean you should have to spend your birthday waiting.”
He said it simply.
No grand promise, no insistence that he understood my whole life.
He asked whether the evening had improved.
“It has,” I told him.