NO ONE SHOWED UP TO MY 63RD BIRTHDAY EXCEPT A COURIER WITH A CAKE THAT READ, “WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID.”
My name is Dorothy, and after 63 years, I can confidently say that I’ve had a blessed and joyful life… It’s just been me and my two beautiful children for a long time now. We’ve had our ups and downs, but they were my whole world.
I remember the excitement I felt as my 63rd birthday celebration drew near. I wrote two letters to my children, inviting them to come. I didn’t want to hear their voices through a phone line; I wanted to hug them and share all the stories I’d been saving!
On my birthday, I was over the moon with excitement. Each car sound made my heart jump, but with each passing hour, the hope in my eyes began to fade. I started to worry as I stared at the two empty chairs around the dining table…
I picked up an old photo from the table. It was taken years ago by the lake. I was holding Miley and Ryan, all of us smiling. But one side of the photo was torn… I tried not to think about it, but some emptiness never really goes away.
Then, I called my kids several times, but they didn’t answer. It dawned on me that I might end up spending this special day alone, just like so many other days.
Then, the doorbell finally rang. If my knees weren’t as fragile as they are, I would have jumped up in happiness. But it wasn’t them. Just a delivery man with a small white box.
Inside was a beautiful cake with white frosting. For a second, I thought it was a sweet surprise. Until I read the words written on top.
“WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID.”👇(continues in first comment)