the Biggest birthday card in the world l

“How old were you, Mrs. May Evans, when Old Dick was my age?” Tom asked her, curiously. He wanted to know more about her life and how things were different when she was young. Mrs. May Evans looked at him and smiled. She had a twinkle in her eye and a gentle voice. ‘Well, let me see,’ she said. ‘Old Dick was born when I was 22 years old. That was in 1903, you know. That was a long time ago. Things were very different then. We didn’t have cars or planes or phones or computers. We had horses and carts and letters and books. We lived on this farm and worked hard every day. But we were happy. We had each other and we had fun. We played games and sang songs and told stories. We celebrated birthdays and holidays and special occasions. We made cards and gifts and cakes. Just like you do now.’ She picked up a card from the table and showed it to Tom. It was a card that Old Dick had made for her when he was seven. It had a picture of a cow and a flower and a message that said ‘Happy Birthday, Mum. I love you. Old Dick.’ It was faded and worn, but it was still beautiful. ‘This is one of my favorite cards,’ she said. ‘Old Dick made it for me with his own hands. He was very creative and clever, just like you. He loved cows and flowers, just like you. He was a good boy, just like you. He still is. He’s a good son. He takes care of me and the farm. He’s my pride and joy.’ She hugged Old Dick and kissed his cheek. Old Dick blushed and smiled. He was happy to see his mother happy. He loved her very much. He loved Tom and Julie, too. They were like his grandchildren. He wanted to make them happy, too. He had an idea. He said, ‘Why don’t we make a card for Mum together? A big card. A very big card. The biggest card in the world. What do you say?’” i see you have a cake that Dad had baked for your birthday