Growing up in a tough environment, Levi didn’t have much—him and many other kids usually didn’t receive much on their birthdays, yet his guardian would try and celebrate with him to the best of their abilities. They would take the day to spend with Levi, giving him a fresh haircut and making homemade soup to keep him warm and fed on his special day. He never got the chance to taste that soup again; not until today.

Walking through the front door, Levi hangs his coat and scarf on the rack. The first thing he noticed was the presents under the tree—no doubt from you. The second thing he noticed was the table set for dinner, and the third, an amazing aroma of your cooking coming from the kitchen. Lost memories came flooding back to him as the aroma of your soup smelled exactly like the kind he remembered from his childhood. He didn’t even hear you approaching until you came into view. Before you can ask him what’s wrong, he embraces you in a hug, holding you close.

“Happy Birthday to me.”