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Forgotten Gift
by T'Lin
I can't believe I missed his birthday. He turned seventy-three last week, and nobody remembered. No party...no cake...no gifts. And me...I had been obsessing over turning forty-five the month before...in the middle of a major mid-life-crisis, as it were. He goes out of his way to make me feel better...make me feel like I'm still a vital, virile, and valued individual, while all the while, I haven't given one thought to him, or his needs.
I feel like such a heal...until he tells me that being with him is all the gift he needs.
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