“Dad,” Roger began, “it’s my birthday, and yet I feel a sense of solitude.”

On Roger’s birthday, as he reflected on the passage of time, he found himself alone. The familiar walls of home seemed to echo with memories, and he sought solace in the quietude. Roger turned to his father, who had always been a steady presence, a lighthouse guiding him through life’s storms.

“Dad,” Roger began, “it’s my birthday, and yet I feel a sense of solitude.”

His father, with a gentle smile, replied, “Roger, my boy, remember the rules we hold dear within these walls. They are not constraints but rather the threads that weave our family together. Kindness, resilience, and enduring love—they form the fabric of our shared experiences.”

Roger nodded, understanding. The rules were more than guidelines; they were the constants that anchored him. As he blew out the candles on his cake, he felt the warmth of connection—the enduring power of love that transcended birthdays and seasons. roger rubbed his nose and Jim the genie gave him three wishes roger said i wish i was in the land of the scarecrow from oz Jim the genie said