A Stranger Sent My Son Birthday Cards for 12 Years — On His 18th Birthday, the Sender Finally Revealed His True Name

written in neat, careful handwriting, and inside was a generic birthday postcard with a cartoon balloon on the front and five dollars folded so crisply it looked ironed.

That was it.

No signature. No clue. Nothing personal.

At the time, I shrugged it off. Kids get random birthday mail. Distant relatives remember late. Older continue reading …