No laughter.
No celebration.
Just a single blue balloon carrying a message from someone I’d never meet.
For reasons I couldn’t explain, it made me smile.
The balloon slowly deflated over the next few days, but I couldn’t bring myself to throw away the little card.
Instead, I placed it on my refrigerator.
Every morning while making coffee, I’d read those simple words.
Somehow, they always made the day feel a little lighter.
A month later, I found another balloon.
This one was bright yellow, tied carefully to a bench in the neighborhood park.
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