A few days ago, it was my birthday. I had a busy day so I went out early in the morning and came home late at night. So I didn’t have a proper meal all day long.
When I went inside my house, my little daughter burst out of her room and said, “Mom, happy birthday!” giving me a letter with a picture on it. She drew a woman of big face and a small body on a yellow paper, and wrote “Mom” on it. She does not know how to write yet, so she asked her dad to write it instead. That was not all. When she went to a grocery store with her dad, she even bought my nostalgia snack I had enjoyed a lot in my childhood days. I was very happy about how she was being so thoughtful.
My son, too, gave me gifts; a cake and cosmetics. I know how frugal he is; in order to save his pocket money, he never goes out on Sundays. But he told me he bought me the gifts with the money he had saved up to buy his bike. I was so touched, hearing him say that.
Lastly, I opened my husband’s present for me. It was a scarf and a lipstick of my favorite color that seemed fit for my suit. I was so happy and grateful to have received a pile of gifts from my family.
My parents passed away when I was a child and I had never had my birthday party. I sometimes shed tears, wishing to have a cake, let alone a gift. My birthday was the saddest day to keenly realize the absence of my parents.
But now, I’m having joyful birthdays with my happy family in God. I have received many gifts, enough to cover all the sadness of my childhood days. The biggest gift of gifts is my loving family.