Puzzle Piece

Nóra Katona

A few years ago, it was my mother’s birthday. When I got home, I gave her the flowers and chocolate that I had bought the previous day. She seemed happy and really appreciated my gift. Later on during the day, I realised that something seemed off. She wasn’t really talking much, but I knew she wasn’t just having a “bad day.” My father was out in the garden, doing his things, having a good time. When I put the pieces together, I realized that my father had forgotten my mum’s birthday. She knows very well that he always forgets literally everything, but of course she felt sad, because it was supposed to be a special day for her. I quickly ran and informed my dad. He bought some presents and said sorry to my mum. It definitely wasn’t her best birthday, but nowadays we just laugh about it.