“Happy birthday.” They held out a piece of paper.

He rose an eyebrow. “How’d you know it was my birthday, kid?” They shrugged, still holding it out with two hands. He chuckled, taking it. “Well, thanks.”

They smiled.

He looked down at it. “A poem? Usually I have higher gift receiving standards, but maybe this time I word it out.”

He read it. Then he started to laugh.

“Kid, this is the best present I’ve ever received.”

With a bigger smile, they ran back home.