For 18 years, my son received a mysterious envelope every birthday—when he finally opened the last one, he discovered who had been sending them all along
“Yeah. Because this means somebody who actually loved me remembered every year.”
We drove home with the letters between us.
That night, we spread them across the kitchen table. The same table where Adrian had opened those mysterious envelopes for years. The same place where he once asked if I was continue reading …
