For his 93rd birthday, Arnold wished for just one thing — to hear his children’s laughter fill the house one more time. He set the table, roasted the turkey, lit the candles, and waited. No one came.One by one,
his calls to them were dismissed — too busy, too tired, maybe later. Alone in his quiet cottage, surrounded by memories and dust-covered photo frames, Arnold felt more forgotten than ever. Then came a knock. But it wasn’t his children. It was Brady — a young neighbor filming a Christmas documentary. Recently orphaned,
