I Waited 4 Hours for My 6 Kids to Arrive for My 60th Birthday… Then a Police Officer Handed Me a Note That Froze My Heart

When my 60th birthday came, I didn’t want a party.

I didn’t want neighbors or friends.

I only wanted one thing.

My six children.

My whole world in one room again.

I spent two days cooking their favorite meals.

Lasagna for Mark.

Roast chicken for Jason.

Apple pie with extra cinnamon for Sarah.

I set the table for seven people and lit the candles.

Then I waited.

One hour.

Two hours.

Four hours.

The house stayed painfully quiet.

I sat at the head of the table and cried into a napkin I had ironed that morning.

Then there was a knock at the door.

When I opened it, a police officer stood on my porch.

“Mrs. Carter?” he asked.

“Yes?”

He handed me a folded note.

“This was left at the station for you,” he said. “Your children asked me to deliver it.”

My heart started racing.

I opened the note.

The first line made my hands go numb.

Mom, we’re sorry we made you wait.

I didn’t understand.

I stepped outside the house.

And then I saw headlights turning onto the street.

A car pulled into the driveway.

Mark stepped out.

Then another car arrived.

Jason.

Then Sarah.

Then the twins.

And finally Daniel and Emily.

Six familiar faces.

My six children.

“Happy birthday, Mom!” they shouted.

I burst into tears.