I know no one with a bigger heart than my son Leo. Most people don’t notice the little things that he does. So when he heard our old friend Mrs. Patterson talking to the mailman about her upcoming birthday, he turned to me right away.
He looked at her with big eyes and said, “We have to do something for her.”
I was unsure. We didn’t really know Mrs. Patterson. I wasn’t sure if she’d even want a surprise because she kept to herself a lot. Leo wouldn’t give up, though. He told his mom, “Everyone deserves a birthday cake.”
So, we baked. A simple chocolate cake that is a little off-center but was made with love. The three of us were drawn on a stick figure by Leo and there was a big sun on the card. Then we knocked on her door right before dinner.
There was no answer at first. Leo moved around on his feet and looked sad. But the door opened with a creak just as I was about to go back. Behind her thick glasses, Mrs. Patterson stood there with her eyes wide and guarded.
Leo smiled. He held out the cake and yelled, “Happy Birthday!”
She opened her mouth, but she didn’t say anything. She did nothing but stare. I was afraid we’d made a mistake for a long time. Maybe she didn’t want anyone to notice her. It’s possible that we crossed a line.
Then she started crying out of the blue.
Not cry in a nice way. Sobbing very hard.
I freaked out. “I’m really sorry!” We meant not to—”
She then grabbed the cake with shaking hands and held it close to her chest as if it were the most valuable thing she had ever been given.
It was a whisper, but she said, “No, no.” “You don’t get it…” I haven’t had a birthday cake in over forty years.
Leo’s eyes got bigger. He kept asking, “Forty years?” as if that number were too big to understand.
Mrs. Patterson smiled and wiped her face with the cardigan sleeve. “My husband died a long time ago.” From then on, birthdays didn’t really matter. I believed that if no one else remembered, then I shouldn’t either.
There was a lump in my throat. Even though she had lived next door to us for years, we had never even thought about her being alone. I saw her taking care of her small front yard many times, always friendly but far away, with her head down. She was always there, though.
In his sweet way, Leo didn’t think about how sad things were. He grabbed her hand and wrapped his little fingers around her rough palm. “Well, now you have to matter.” “Because it’s your birthday.”
Mrs. Patterson laughed very hard. “Is it my birthday?”
“Yes!” Leo smiled. “Now it’s the law.” We have a party every year.
I laughed and put my hand on his shoulder. “That rule seems good to me.”
We were let into Mrs. Patterson’s house, and it was the first time I saw it up close. It looked like she had stopped arranging a long time ago because it was clean but not very full. On the mantel was a single, faded picture of her when she was younger with a guy who I thought was her late husband.
We put the cake on her small wooden table and she lit one of the candles she had hidden in a box. It wasn’t a birthday candle, but it didn’t matter. She closed her eyes and blew it out.
Something inside me told me I already knew what she had wished for.
Something changed after that night. When we left for school, Mrs. Patterson began waving from her porch. One night, she even brought Leo a plate of cookies, which he called the “best cookies ever.” We began to check in on her often, and in return, she told us stories about when she was younger, like when she fell in love and when she was raising her son, who had moved away years before and rarely called.
After about a month, Leo came home from school one afternoon with a big smile on his face. “Mom!” What do you think? For a school project, we need to talk to someone from a different age. “May I do mine on Mrs. Patterson?”
I smiled. “That sounds like something she’d love.”
She did it. Leo made her smile and listened to her stories like they were the most important things in the world. It was the first time I had ever seen her move around so much.
That’s when the karma twist showed up.
After about a week, I got a call I wasn’t expecting.
Who is Mrs. Patterson? I answered, shocked.
Her voice was shaking, but she was very excited. “Today my son called me.”
I stood up straighter. “Oh?”
“He said he saw the interview Leo did for school that your son turned in,” It got shared on social media after his teacher put it on the school website. “My son saw it and called.” Her voice cracked. “He told me he didn’t know how much time had gone by.” He wants to pay us a visit.
I put my hand over my mouth because tears were coming out of them.
The person Leo had been listening to smiled. “See?” We told you we were coming to celebrate your birthday.
After a week, Mrs. Patterson’s son showed up. When he got out of the car, he looked tense. He was tall and had gray spots in his hair. But as soon as he saw his mother, they both held on tight, and the years of separation seemed like nothing.
Leo and I gave them space, but Mrs. Patterson came to our door later that night. She had a home-baked pie in her hands.
She said in a soft voice, “Thank you.” “For everything.”
When her birthday came around the next year, she didn’t need a surprise. She planned this time to have a small party with us and her son. Once we were neighbors, we celebrated together every year after that. The next year, we were more like family.
What did you learn? Small acts of kindness count. A simple cake, a present from the heart, or a moment of thanks can make all the difference in the world.
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