Last week, Everett had made invitations to his birthday party. He wrote the invitations carefully. One by one with his best handwriting. He wrote everyone’s names on each of them. They took him forever to make. On Monday, he gave them to everyone.

Today was his birthday. He sat alone on his couch. He looked at the time and slowly, tears welled in his eyes as he felt a deep sadness growing within him. He started to doubt himself. Ask himself questions like ‘did I get the time wrong? The date maybe..?’ Whatever it was, he blamed himself.