Arnold, 93, spent his birthday alone, waiting for his children who never came. Reflecting on his late wife, Mariam, and their children, he made calls that were met with disappointment. He wrote heartfelt letters, hoping for a family reunion, but Christmas passed with him still alone.
Just as Arnold gave up, a young man named Brady knocked on his door. Understanding Arnold’s pain, Brady invited him to celebrate Christmas together. He soon returned with half the neighborhood, filling Arnold’s home with warmth. Arnold made a wish, not for his children, but for peace and forgiveness.
In the following months, Brady became a steady companion, and when Arnold passed away, Brady honored his dream of visiting Paris. He found a letter Arnold had written to his children, expressing forgiveness and love, and kept it, knowing they would never receive it.
At Arnold’s funeral, his children arrived too late, realizing the love they had neglected. Brady, with Arnold’s walking stick, set off for Paris, carrying Arnold’s dream with him. As spring came, Brady and Arnold’s cat, Joe, traveled together, knowing that some dreams need new paths to be fulfilled.