The day began with a Treasure Map decoded by mathmatical genius.
Presents littered the house, but the real Treasure isn't found in external places.
It is found in my heart.
The tracing of the moments, memories, days, and events that have transpired since you were born. That comprises the real treasure.
Yes, I've a treasure in my heart. The gold glitters and the silver sings songs of love for you, Israel.
Happy Birthday.
Mom loves you.
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