The gift, a simple coloring book and crayons, on the face of it wasn’t much. It wasn’t even wrapped, just handed to the scruffy kid. He was prone to falling asleep in class, was known to complete his online homework late at night; he had to wait his turn for access to the one laptop in the family. Dinner, when there was dinner, was cooked by his big brother. Parents? No dad, and mom’s stories rarely matched the story the kids told. Any yet, the simple gesture, a gift, made it the best birthday the kid ever had.