Gemotions

He stared at the card, the sun glinting off the glossy paper. He'd been expecting a rejection letter. He was living in the street, with just the clothes on his back. His birthday was today.

He carefully opened the envelope. Inside, a single sentence: "You're not forgotten." He felt a tremor run through him, starting at his toes. No name. No return address.

He scanned the street, wondering who knew it was his birthday. He had lost everything. He had been praying for any kind of signal. He needed this, more than he had thought possible.