It’s your birthday tomorrow, I awake up from a nap and there are two cakes, one in your favourite flavour, and one in mine. I only suggested, never insisted. Never knew there would be two. Perhaps there’s going to be two separate celebrations, aren’t you a special one, I smile: this we already knew. One for us, our immediate family, then one for the remaining – my two far-off brothers, currently our ‘extended’ family, it’ll be nice, actually, to watch your eyes shine, complemented by the candle lights, to giggle and understand that you’re having twice the time! The mud cake is all yours, you can have the richness, it suits you, and the sickeningly sweet salted caramel can be for us three, but mainly for later, perhaps sneaked in for you and me. Advanced happy birthday, I hope you have a wonderful time, blowing all those candles out! Celebrating, amazing, I will proudly watch your joyfulness thrive. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Photo by April Pethybridge on Unsplash
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