It was six in the evening, and for the first time in her life, Akira felt miserable on her birthday. Up until now, her special day had always been a gala affair at home every year. Celebrations, cakes, countless gifts—it was a day of getting spoiled and pampered to the core.
But this year, things looked gloomy. She was alone in a new city. Visiting her family was already ruled out owing to the unavailability of tickets. The more she thought about it, the more miserable she felt.
Feeling dispirited, Akira decided that the best way to live through the day without drowning in sorrow would be to crawl into bed and sleep through it. Just when she was about to do so, the doorbell rang. It was her house-help, with a bag slung over her shoulder.
“Happy birthday, madam! Yesterday I overheard you crying on the phone. It broke my heart, so I thought I’ll make some sweets and pudding for you, and bring it over. I hope you like them,” she said.
The gesture moved Akira so much that she burst into tears. But this time, they were tears of joy. Akira went up to her and embraced her in a tight hug. At that moment, all her woes turned into gratitude and love, and her homesickness vanished into thin air.
In her house-help’s caring deed, Akira had found the love of a family.