Agnes Lloyd had never celebrated her birthday before, and her 70th was quickly approaching. She thought it was just another average day until she got out of her car and heard someone yelling her name. She had no idea what would happen next.
“When is your birthday, Mrs. Lloyd?” Christian, one of the students, spoke up abruptly. They had completed the whole class faster than she had anticipated, and they were discussing other issues, which she had welcomed this one time. Christian’s question, on the other hand, caught her off surprise.
Her birthday was a difficult subject to broach. She hadn’t celebrated it in about 70 years, and it was a delicate subject for her. Her parents didn’t care about birthdays and, in any case, didn’t have money for gifts. They were focused on studying and making a nice life for themselves when she married her late husband at the age of 18, so they eschewed most festivities as well.
Then their children arrived and became the focus of everyone’s attention. Agnes was convinced that none of her children knew the exact date of her birth, and she chastised herself for not making them. But she just let it go after all these years. It wasn’t as bad as being upset.
She was walking down the street toward the parking lot with a smile on her face when she was startled by a shout. “Dear MRS. Lloyd!” Fearful, she dropped her handbag as the boom echoed.
My birthday isn’t all that important, folks. “I don’t celebrate everything,” she told her students as she shook her head.
You must, however, celebrate it. “How old will you be this year?” When Christian inquired, the others laughed slightly. Perplexed, he looked around the room. “What? Is that considered rude? ”
Inquiring about an elderly lady’s age is disrespectful. But I’ll tell you something. “I’ll be 70 this year, and it’ll be just another ordinary day,” she replied, laughing at Christian’s ignorance.
“That’s a significant achievement!” “Are your kids coming?” As another kid spoke up, Agnes shook her head. Her children had grown up and had forgotten her birthday.
“No, they’re too busy.” And I don’t think they remember my birthday. But, these days, what kind of birthday parties do kids throw? Agnes inquired, taking their focus away from her birthday. They bit the hook and quickly began talking about other current parties and themes. Agnes breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the kids.
The session was over, and her day went on as usual. However, the subject of her birthday crushed her heart that night. Her husband died many years ago, and although though they didn’t celebrate, being able to touch him on her birthday was always a treat. She was suddenly completely alone, and nothing seemed to matter.
It was her birthday, and her school day went on as usual. It was a gorgeous day in Seattle, and she was happy that her students did not ask about her birthday because it was clearly displayed on her website. She prayed, however, that someone would notice. The saddest part was the lack of hope.
Her children had also not called. It had been a long time since she had heard from them, which was disappointing. She wanted them to call just to check in on her, even if they didn’t remember her birthday.
When the final bell of the day rang, she retrieved her purse from her desk and walked slowly towards her car. She had intended to buy herself a cheesecake as a treat, despite the fact that her doctors had urged her not to. But who can say? It was her birthday, and she had worked hard for it.
She was walking down the street towards the parking lot with a smile on her face when she was startled by a shout. “Dear MRS. Lloyd!” Fearful, she dropped her handbag as the boom echoed. Agnes looked around and was surprised by what she saw.
Her students, teachers, and school personnel were all gathered in the parking lot, holding birthday banners. She hadn’t noticed them before since she’d been so lost in thought, but her mouth expanded in surprise when she realized they’d arranged such a surprise for her. As they all began singing Happy Birthday, Christian hurried up, took her bag, and brought her to the others.
As the song progressed, her smile broadened, her astonishment and happiness evident. She had no clue how this had been organized. She shuddered once more as they concluded the song, and exploding noises sent confetti flying everywhere. But it wasn’t the most exciting part.
Some of the pupils filed out, then her daughters, Kiara, Linda, and Jordan, emerged, bearing a birthday cake with two candles forming the number 70. “Happy birthday, Mom!” they yelled as a group, and Agnes lost her breath for the first time.
Her kids came up to her to make her feel better, and after a few minutes, they got her to blow out the candles and make a wish.Everyone applauded as she blew out her first candle in 70 years.
The kids rushed over to welcome her and offer her hugs, and the professors did the same. They cut the cake, and everyone began to leave, save for her children.
“You two! What caused this to happen? “What exactly are you doing here?” Agnes eventually enquired about her children.
“The administrator contacted us and told us that your pupils were organizing a surprise for you.” “They said it was going to be a tiny and brief activity, but they wanted to know if we wanted to attend,” Linda stated.
“When Linda phoned to see if I wanted to attend, we remembered we hadn’t celebrated your birthday.” ever. ever. “When we phoned Jordan, he couldn’t recall whether we had either,” Kiara said.
“We really apologize, Mom. We should have rejoiced, phoned, and checked in instead. It’s a bad feeling to learn that your mother’s pupils care more about her than you do. So we had to come, “Jordan stated with a shrug.”
“Oh, don’t worry, kiddies!” Agnes informed them, drawing them all in for a hug.
However, this is not the end. Our children are in your home, and they have decorated it. We’re repeating our celebration at home since 70 is a milestone you don’t want to miss! ” Agnes’ heart swelled with love as she relished every moment with her children.
The elderly woman’s relatives had prepared food, music, and gifts for her. Agnes thought to herself as they danced, ate, and shared love in her living room that if she had to wait another 70 years for anything like this, she would do it in a heartbeat.