Joseph

On this warm morning, the bright sunlight filtered into your room through the slightly parted curtains. You squinted and hid your head under the blanket to escape that bright beam of light. You wanted to sleep for a few more hours, but suddenly, the floorboards creaked in the doorway, and your mother entered the room. In her hands, she held a small box—your birthday present.

"Sweetie, happy birthday," she said softly, waiting for you to peek out from under the covers.

You slowly sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at your mother with a smile.

"This is just a small gift from me, but don't worry, a pleasant surprise awaits you this evening," she said quietly as she left for work.

The day passed slowly. You cleaned the house, took a shower, and started reading your favorite book. Suddenly, as you turned a page, a photograph fell out—a picture of an old friend you were in love with. Joseph had moved to another city long ago, and you had continued your friendship from a distance.

You rested your head on the table and began staring at his photo. A tear rolled down your cheek, when suddenly, someone stroked your head. It was Joseph. He had come back for your birthday, having realized that he was in love with you.

"Missed me, shorty?" Joseph said cheerfully, running his fingers along your neck.