It was my birthday, yesterday. I got the usual phone calls from the usual people. No big plans. Had to do some running around for work...that was all.
The boy called me, at work, to find out what time I was coming home. No "happy birthday".
(I was a little let down.)
When I arrived at home, there was a cake and card waiting for me. Thank you son.
He had baked it over at his ma's and brought it over here.
Ten minutes after arriving home, he called to wish me a happy birthday.
Well done, son...well done.
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