My family left me to eat alone on my 75th birthday, using my money to vacation in Europe. So I sold the house while they were gone and moved next door to watch their faces when they came back…

I then produced a plate, gave it to her, and said, Go ahead. Before Nora consumes it, get you a piece of that pound cake. She entered the circle with a weak but appreciative grin.

But I didn’t give her a hug. Not quite yet. She would need to earn that back.

Tyrell volunteered to take me home at the end of the night. As the sun began to set over the roofs, I sat in the front seat with the flowers in my lap. Is today better than last year? He inquired, glancing at me.

It wasn’t better, I said, as I peered out the window. I owned it. I spent a lot of time standing on the porch once we arrived home.

The cold, soft breeze felt like a boon when it brushed over my skin. I considered how far I had come as I gazed out at the street. After that, I went inside, got into my robe, and brewed some tea.

I kept my eyes off my phone. I didn’t look for a text from Andre. I simply sat by myself at my kitchen table and grinned.

Not because I was content. Because I was complete. I loved them.

I’m calming myself now. And I’ve never gotten a better birthday present than that.