My mom gently woke me up early, wrapping me in a warm hug as she said, “Sweetheart, today you’ll be showered with birthday wishes

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My mom gently woke me up early, wrapping me in a warm hug as she said, “Sweetheart, today you’ll be showered with birthday wishes… and when someone says happy birthday to you, just remember to say thank you with a smile, okay?”

I don’t quite grasp the full meaning of birthdays yet. But what I do know is that today, I had a little cake with a candle on top, and everyone sang to me. In that moment, it felt like the most fun thing ever.

Our home is simple; we don’t have many toys or extra food. But what we do have is an abundance of love. Today, I truly felt like the most cherished boy in the world.

I nodded sleepily, still half-dreaming, and felt her kiss my forehead before she left the room. The golden morning light peeked through the curtains, painting soft shapes on the walls. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the quiet hum of the house — the clinking of dishes from the kitchen, the faint sound of her humming my favorite song.

When I finally got out of bed and padded down the hallway, I could smell pancakes — the special kind she only made on birthdays. On the table sat a single candle, flickering beside a plate stacked high with blueberries and syrup. Mom smiled as she saw me, her eyes full of love.

“Happy birthday, my little star,” she said.

And just as she’d told me, I smiled back and whispered, “Thank you.”

But as the day went on — with each wish, each kind word — I began to realize that “thank you” wasn’t just something polite to say. It was a way of gathering all that love, all those moments, and keeping them safe inside me, like tiny lights that would never go out.

So, if you’re reading this, I want to express my heartfelt gratitude:

Thank you.
For remembering me.
For sending your warm wishes.
And for making this day feel so special.