It’s her birthday and he’s at work. He’s never ever done anything for her birthday. No flowers, cards, or presents.
But on his birthday, she spends weeks planning for his party. She plays the role of Santa on his birthday, giving him enough presents to fill a large sack. Last year she organized a Christmas themed birthday party since his birthday is two weeks before Christmas. She had arranged for a special ‘Birthday Tree’ in the living room and all his presents were put under the tree.
He calls to tell her that he won’t be coming home tonight, too much work. She cries herself to sleep.
It’s been four months since her birthday, but she hasn’t gotten over it. They’ve had a lot of fights lately. His birthday is today and this time she hasn’t planned anything. When he comes home early from work, he starts yelling at her.
“Seriously? This is what I come home to on my birthday?”
“I’m treating you just like you’ve treated me.”
“But birthdays are your thing! You’ve always done something for my birthday.”
“And you’ve never done anything for mine.”
They continue arguing and then he tells her he never wants to see her again. He storms out of the house.
She is numb from pain. She doesn’t react at all. She just sits there for hours.
After some time, he comes home carrying a big box. He places it in front of her.
“Open it.” He says.
She opens it and sees hundreds of little gifts. Clothes, make-up, but mainly books. Lots and lots of books.
“I’m sorry for not taking your birthday seriously. I know this doesn’t make up for it, but I hope it’s a start.”
She can’t believe it. She’s completely overwhelmed. Her eyes are moist.
He picks a book from the box and starts reading to her.