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

me.

“What?” I said.

He tilted his head.

“Are you doing this?”

I laughed. “Doing what?”

He held up the card.

“These. Every year. Is this one of your weird mom things?”

“I am offended you think I have this level of consistency.”

He did not laugh immediately. He looked back at the card. Then quietly asked, “Could it be my dad?”

That hit harder.

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