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My Birthday, One Year Later

On my thirty-fifth birthday, I woke up to a message from Kai.

KAI: Happy birthday, little brother. I remembered this time.

I stared at the screen.

Then I smiled faintly.

It wasn’t forgiveness.

But it was a small thing.

And small things, I was learning, could be enough to begin again.

That evening, my parents took me to my favorite restaurant.

Mom had ordered a chocolate cake.

Dad had arranged for the staff to bring it out after dinner.

There were no balloons, no giant banners, and no announcement about Kai’s career.

Just a cake with my name written across it.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KEVIN.

I stared at it for a long moment.

Mom touched my shoulder.

“I know it’s just a cake.”

I looked at her.

“No. It’s not.”

Dad cleared his throat.

“We’re proud of you, son.”

I felt my eyes sting.

“Thank you.”