Today was Jason’s birthday. Of course, the poor boy didn’t think his special day was special enough. He didn’t think it would matter, that anyone would care… you did.

Jason had only told you once when his birthday was, you marked it on your calendar and prepared gifts and a cake for him. He didn’t expect you to remember, perhaps he had even forgotten it himself.

You were at your house, you called him over. He expected to hang out with you, not this. You heard a knock at your front door.