Another Year, Another Time

Dear H,

Well, it's your birthday again and a year's posts were not made in another year of indecision. This one comes in at the deadline in Pacific Standard Time amid sheer determination to make it so, and begun with half an hour to spare.

So, spare content, but here's the gist: with recent and ongoing correspondence of another generation, it's evident that once again, you do not care. For your birthday, I wish you the pleasant discovery you should've had two days ago. I could not defend your reaction and the grief it caused her, but I still wish you well and send birthday love. I do care.