Boy Sees His Birthday Deliveries Planned for the Next 15 Years and Cries When He Finds Out Why – Story of the Day

Teenage boy Charlie struggles to understand why his peers receive expensive presents while he is left listening to his mother’s excuses. He discovers that his mother has prepared 15 gifts for his future birthdays. But after learning the reason behind it, he finally realizes what he truly wants.

Charlie, a 15-year-old with a backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, trudged out of school alongside his classmate Mark.

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the parking lot, where students chattered and cars honked in a chaotic symphony.

“Did you hear? We’ve got another test on Friday,” Mark said, breaking the silence.

Charlie groaned, his shoulders slumping.

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“Oh no, not again! Is this the fourth test this week? School is exhausting…”

Mark smirked. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s just studying. You always stress out before tests, but in the end, it all works out fine.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Charlie muttered, his eyes scanning the parking lot. His expression darkened as he frowned.

“My mom’s late again! How much longer do I have to wait?”

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“Maybe something came up. Don’t be mad at her—she’s picking you up. You should be grateful,” Mark said with a shrug.

Charlie shot him a sideways glare.

“Yeah? I don’t see your mom’s car either. Are you super grateful that she’s late too?”

Mark chuckled softly and shook his head. “She won’t be picking me up anymore. My parents bought me a car for my birthday.”

Charlie stopped in his tracks, his jaw dropping.

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“What!? A car!? I’d be grateful too if someone got me a car!” he snapped, his voice laced with jealousy.

Mark shrugged again, calm as ever. “You should be grateful no matter what. She’s your mom. Anyway, see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah… bye,” Charlie mumbled, watching Mark stroll off toward the student lot.

As he stood there, stewing in frustration, a car horn blared from across the lot. Charlie spun around and saw his mom’s familiar car pulling up.

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With a sigh, he slung his backpack higher on his shoulder and jogged toward it, muttering under his breath. He opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat, his face already setting in a frown.

Alice, his mom, glanced over at him, her hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I’m late again. I had to finish up a few things,” she said apologetically.

“You’re always late these days…” Charlie muttered, avoiding her gaze as he slumped further into his seat.

Alice sighed, keeping her voice calm.

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“I said I’m sorry. Now, tell me—how was your day?”

“Not great,” he replied shortly, his eyes fixed on the cars passing outside.

She glanced at him again, concern flickering across her face. “What happened?”

“Mark’s parents bought him a car for his birthday,” Charlie said flatly.

Alice smiled slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

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“That’s wonderful! Did he give you a ride?”

Charlie turned to her, his expression incredulous.

“No. Mom, my birthday’s coming up soon. Can you get me a car?”

Alice’s hands tightened briefly on the wheel before she answered. “Sweetheart, I already have your gift planned. Maybe I can get you a car in a few years…”

“A few years!?” Charlie’s voice rose with frustration.

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“So I have to wait while all my classmates drive around, and I look like an idiot?”

Alice exhaled and tried to keep her tone gentle as she said, “I know it’s hard, but I just can’t afford a gift like that right now.”

Charlie crossed his arms, his voice sharp. “Then return whatever gift you got and buy me a car!”

“I can’t do that, Charlie. I’m sorry,” she said firmly, though her voice was tinged with sadness.

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He turned away, pressing his forehead against the window.

The hum of the engine filled the silence as Alice drove, glancing occasionally at her son, his disappointment weighing heavily on them both.

As she pulled into the driveway, the car came to a slow stop. She turned to Charlie, her face softening.

“Dinner’s in the fridge if you’re hungry. I have a few errands to run, but I won’t be long. Love you, sweetheart!”

“Yeah…” Charlie mumbled without meeting her eyes. He swung the car door open and headed into the house.

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The door clicked shut behind him, and the silence of the empty house wrapped around him.

He dropped his backpack by the couch but didn’t bother to sit down. Something gnawed at the back of his mind—an itch he couldn’t ignore.

His mom had seemed calm, too calm, especially after their earlier argument. Why couldn’t she just tell him what she was up to?

His curiosity got the better of him. Quietly, he tiptoed into her bedroom, the air feeling heavier as if he were crossing an invisible line.

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Sitting at her desk, he opened her laptop.

The screen glowed to life, and he hesitated for a moment before clicking on her email.

Most of it was unimportant—work notices, receipts, newsletters.

Then he spotted something unusual: an email confirming a delivery scheduled for his upcoming birthday.

His brow furrowed as he clicked it open.

His eyes widened. The delivery wasn’t a one-time thing. There were 14 more planned—one every year for the next 15 years.

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“What the…?” he muttered, his heart racing.

Confused and uneasy, he dug deeper, scrolling through her emails until he found an address for a storage unit.

Beneath a pile of papers in her drawer, he found a small key labeled with the same address.

His pulse quickened as he grabbed the key and headed out the door.

The storage unit loomed ahead, its metal door glinting faintly under the dull light of the parking lot.

Charlie unlocked it with trembling hands. As the door creaked open, he froze.

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Inside, more than a dozen neatly wrapped gifts were arranged in a row.

They were all different sizes, some small enough to fit in his palm, others big enough to hold a bike.

Each was topped with a handwritten note in his mom’s familiar, looping script.

He stepped inside, the scent of cardboard and faint perfume hanging in the air. He picked up one note and read:

“Happy 17th birthday, sweetheart. I love you more than anything in the world. I hope you like this computer. Study hard!”

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His throat tightened as he set the note back. Why had she done this?

He moved to the first gift, a small box with two notes attached. Pulling off the first, his breath caught as he began to read:

“My dear son, if you’re reading this, I may no longer be with you. For years, I’ve known I had cancer, and no treatment has worked. My time is limited, but I didn’t want your birthdays to feel empty after I’m gone.”

The words blurred as tears filled his eyes. He wiped his face, but the tears kept coming, spilling onto the paper.

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“That’s why I prepared these gifts ahead of time. They may not always be exactly what you want, but please open one each birthday and know I love you. Always.”

Charlie let out a shaky breath as he clutched the note. His chest ached in a way he’d never felt before.

He looked around the storage unit, the gifts that suddenly felt so much more than just objects.

They were pieces of her love, her effort to stay with him even when she couldn’t.

He gently placed the note back, closed the door, and leaned against it for a moment.

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His heart was heavy, but it was full of something else too—a deeper understanding of what his mom had done for him.

The drive home was quiet. The world outside blurred, but his mind raced with emotions. He didn’t care about a car anymore.

What mattered now was something far greater.

Charlie stepped quietly into the living room, his shoes scuffing softly against the wooden floor.

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His mom, Alice, was perched on the couch, a book resting in her lap.

She was smiling faintly, her eyes scanning the pages, completely unaware of the emotional storm that had just swept over her son.

Charlie hesitated in the doorway, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. His eyes were red, swollen from crying, and his face held a mix of fear and heartbreak.

Alice looked up, her smile fading as she took in his expression. Alarm spread across her face.

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“Charlie! What’s wrong? Where were you?” she asked, setting the book aside and leaning forward.

“Mom!” he choked out, his voice breaking as he rushed across the room. He threw his arms around her, clinging to her tightly.

“Sweetheart, tell me what’s going on,” she said, her voice soft but urgent. She stroked his back gently, trying to calm him. “How can I help?”

Charlie pulled back slightly, his hands trembling as he wiped at his face.

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“I know, Mom. I went to the storage unit,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alice stiffened, her eyes widening.

“What? Why? What were you doing there?” she asked, a hint of panic creeping into her tone.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Charlie cried, his voice breaking again.

“Isn’t there anything we can do?”

Alice took a deep breath, her lips quivering.

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“There’s nothing, Charlie. I’m so sorry,” she said, tears brimming in her eyes.

“No, Mom, I’m sorry,” he said quickly, shaking his head.

“I’ve been such a terrible son. I don’t need a car or any gifts. None of that matters. I just want you to be with me.”

“Charlie…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“Please, Mom,” he begged, his voice desperate.

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“I want to spend as much time with you as I can. I love you!”

Alice pulled him close again, her own tears spilling over now.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” she said, her voice breaking as she held him tightly.

The room was quiet except for their soft cries, their embrace a fragile but powerful moment of love and understanding.

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My Older Brother Left Me at an Orphanage, Promising to Return — I Only Saw Him Again 23 Years Later by Accident

When Tom’s parents died, his brother, Dylan, left him at an orphanage with a promise: “I’ll COME BACK FOR YOU.” But Dylan vanished, and for 23 years, Tom waited for answers. A chance meeting brought them face-to-face, uncovering a truth that shook Tom and forced him to make an impossible choice.

There’s a haunting loneliness that comes from being forgotten by the one person who’s supposed to protect you. I know it well. I was four years old when I lost everything. My parents died in a car crash on a chilly autumn morning.

I don’t remember much about that day — the screech of tires, a stranger lifting me out of my parents’ crumpled car, and the way my brother Dylan held me close as I cried into his shirt. He was 18, my protector, and my hero. I thought he’d always be there.

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A sad little boy holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney

The next few weeks were a blur of adults talking in hushed voices, courtrooms that smelled like old books, and, eventually, the orphanage.

I remember clinging to Dylan’s hand as we walked into the gray, cold building. It smelled like disinfectant and sadness. The director greeted us with a tired smile, but I barely noticed her. My eyes were on Dylan. And my heart was silently pleading: “Please… please don’t leave me here, brother.”

“Everything’s going to be fine, Tommy,” he said, crouching down so we were face-to-face. His voice was steady, but his hands trembled a little. “I just need to sort out the paperwork for guardianship, okay? I promise I’ll take you home as soon as it’s done. You’ll come live with me.”

“You promise?” I asked, my voice small and shaky, my glistening eyes bearing volumes of a grief no child should bear.

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A man holding a child’s hand | Source: Pexels

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered, gripping my shoulders. “I’m your big brother. I would never, ever abandon you. Those papers are just a formality. Just hold on tight, Tommy. I’ll move heaven and earth to get you out of here.”

“Promise?” I asked.

The orphanage director watched us quietly, her gaze soft but knowing… as if she’d heard such promises countless times before.

“I swear,” he said, ruffling my hair. “I’ll visit you every single day. Tomorrow, okay? Just wait for me.”

And that was the last time I saw Dylan.

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A heartbroken little boy looking up | Source: Midjourney

The first few days, I waited by the window in the orphanage’s playroom, watching every car that pulled up.

I refused to play with the other kids, convinced Dylan would walk through the door any minute.

But he didn’t come.

I asked the director about him every morning. “Has my brother called? Did he leave a message?”

She’d smile sadly and shake her head. “Not yet, Tom. Maybe tomorrow.”

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A sad little boy standing by the window | Source: Midjourney

“But he promised,” I’d insist, my voice cracking with desperation. “He looked me in the eye and swore he’d come back! Why would he lie to me?”

“Sometimes grown-ups have complicated lives, Tommy,” she’d respond, her hand trembling slightly as she touched my shoulder. “Sometimes promises get tangled up in grown-up problems.”

“I don’t care about grown-up problems!” I’d shout, tears streaming down my face. “He’s my brother. He’s supposed to protect me! He’s my only family.”

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A shattered little boy crying | Source: Pexels

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Slowly, the hope that burned so brightly in my little chest began to flicker. By the time a year had passed, it had gone out completely.

Eventually, I was adopted by a kind but struggling family. They gave me a roof over my head and taught me to work hard for everything I wanted. But they couldn’t erase the ache of abandonment and memories that refused to fade.

I threw myself into schoolwork, determined to prove I was worth something.

Years drifted by, like leaves on a gentle breeze. I graduated high school with honors, earned a full scholarship to college, and built a life for myself. At 27, I was managing a division of a chemical company, married to a wonderful woman, and living a life I was proud of.

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A young man in an elegant suit | Source: Midjourney

But deep in my heart, there was a scar that never healed… a scar from 23 years ago.

It was my wife, Lily, who suggested we take a vacation to Miami. “You’ve been working nonstop,” she said. “Let’s unwind… just the two of us.”

A week later, we were checking into a small beachfront hotel, the salty breeze and sound of waves already working their magic on my frayed nerves.

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A couple in a resort | Source: Midjourney

On our second day, we wandered into a tiny convenience store to grab some snacks. I was browsing the shelves when Lily nudged me.

“Tom, look at that cashier’s name badge.”

I turned, and my breath caught in my throat. The badge read “DYLAN.”

My eyes traveled up to the face behind the counter — a face I’d almost forgotten. But there it was. The same piercing blue eyes, and the familiar scar above his left eyebrow.

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A man with a name badge pinned to his shirt | Source: Midjourney

“Oh my God,” I whispered, gripping her arm. “Is that really HIM?” I couldn’t speak again. My heart was thundering in my ears, a storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Lily asked softly, her hand squeezing mine.

“No,” I managed to choke out. “This is something I need to do alone.”

I felt like a child again, frozen in place, torn between disbelief and a desperate, irrational hope. Then, with slow, deliberate steps, I approached the man seemingly in his early forties.

“Hi, BROTHER,” I said, my voice trembling with 23 years of unspoken pain and longing. “Have you forgotten about the little brother you so easily abandoned at the orphanage?”

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A man staring at someone | Source: Midjourney

The cashier’s head snapped up. He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t find the words.

“TOM?” he finally whispered, his face going pale.

“How did you—” he continued, but before he could finish, his eyes rolled back, and he clutched his chest.

“CALL 911!” his coworker screamed.

Chaos erupted around me, but all I could see was my brother collapsing to the floor. I rode with Dylan in the ambulance, my hands gripping the edges of the stretcher as the paramedics worked to stabilize him.

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An ambulance speeding across the street | Source: Unsplash

“Hang in there,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I’m not losing you again.”

Lily followed in our rental car. At the hospital, I paced the hallway outside the emergency room, replaying our brief interaction over and over. How had it come to this?

Finally, a doctor emerged. “He’s stable for now,” he said. “It looks like he had a mild heart attack, but he’s going to be okay.”

Relief flooded through me. When I stepped into Dylan’s room, he looked smaller than I remembered.

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A doctor examining a report | Source: Pexels

“You’re alive,” I said, exhaling sharply. “Good. Now explain to me why you abandoned me.”

He flinched. “Tom, I—”

“Don’t,” I snapped, my voice rising with decades of suppressed anger. “You made a ‘promise.’ A promise that meant EVERYTHING to a four-year-old boy who had just lost his entire world!”

Dylan’s hands shook as he tried to speak. “I was young. Scared. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“The right thing?” I laughed bitterly. “Leaving your baby brother in an orphanage was the right thing? I waited for you, Dylan. EVERY SINGLE DAY. I believed in you. Why did you betray me? WHY?”

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A furious man | Source: Midjourney

“I sold the house,” he said quietly, his eyes fixed on the blanket. “I thought I could start over in Miami with my girlfriend. But the money ran out fast, and she left me. I’ve been working dead-end jobs ever since.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. “So you left me to rot in that orphanage because you wanted a fresh start?”

“Tom, I was 18,” he said, his voice cracking. “I didn’t know how to take care of myself, let alone you.”

I shook my head, the anger and pain I’d buried for decades bubbling to the surface. “I needed you, Dylan. You were all I had left, and you LEFT ME.”

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A distressed man sitting on the bed | Source: Freepik

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears streaming down his face. “I’ve regretted it every single day of my life.”

I completely lost it then and there. “Your sorry won’t mend my heart, Dylan. Goodbye.”

I turned and walked out, his broken sobs echoing in my ears.

In the hallway, a doctor stopped me. “Sir, we did a more detailed examination. Your brother has cancer. He needs surgery immediately, but it’s expensive. I thought you should know.”

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A man in the hospital | Source: Midjourney

The words were like ice water, jolting me out of my fury. But instead of going back, I walked straight out of the hospital. I didn’t stop until I was back in our hotel room. Lily took one look at me and knew something was wrong.

“What happened?” she asked gently.

“He abandoned me,” I said, my voice flat. “And now he needs me to save him. He’s dying, Lily. He has cancer.”

She placed a hand on mine. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I said. But even as the words left my mouth, I knew they weren’t true.

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A couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash

For days, I wrestled with my conscience. Dylan had betrayed me in the worst way, but could I live with myself if I turned my back on him now?

Finally, I made my decision.

When I walked back into Dylan’s hospital room, he looked up in surprise. “Tom?”

I pulled up a chair and sat down. “I’ll pay for the surgery,” I said. “Because I’m not like you, Dylan. I can’t leave you in trouble, no matter what you did to me.”

His eyes, bloodshot and weary, locked onto mine. “Why?” he whispered, his voice cracking. “After everything I put you through, why would you help me?”

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An emotional man’s eyes | Source: Unsplash

“Because abandoning someone isn’t a one-time act,” I said, my voice cold and measured. “It’s a wound that keeps reopening. Every time I thought I’d healed, the memory of being left behind would slice through me again.”

He broke down, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “For everything. For abandoning you. For failing you.”

“Sorry?” I leaned closer, my anger barely contained. “Sorry doesn’t erase 23 years of loneliness. Sorry doesn’t give me back the childhood I lost. Sorry doesn’t replace the birthdays without a family, the Christmases without a brother.”

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An angry young man | Source: Midjourney

I let out a shaky breath as I tossed wads of money onto his bed. “I forgive you, Dylan. But forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting. Take this and save yourself. This is the least I can do for the brother I… never had. We’re done. Our paths diverge here. GOODBYE.”

He nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak, his trembling hands gripping the hospital bed’s railing. I rose and walked out of the room, the weight on my chest feeling a little lighter.

I’d done the right thing. I couldn’t change the past, but I wouldn’t let it define my future.

Dylan and I never saw each other again. But there were no more regrets.

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A man walking away | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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