When Mira woke up on her birthday, she wasn’t expecting anything remarkable.

The distant sound of cars drifting up from the street and the familiar glow of her phone greeted her, filled with ordinary alerts and messages. There were no big plans, no dramatic celebrations—just another quiet day she planned to move through as usual. On her way to work, she stopped by a small café she had visited countless times. As she reached for her wallet, the barista smiled and said, “Happy birthday—this one’s on the house.” Mira laughed, assuming it was playful banter. But when the receipt never printed, she realized it was real, and that single cup of coffee suddenly felt like a small, unexpected blessing.