The So-called Art
On my fifth birthday with Zachary Murdock, I sit once again in front of a full table of cold food, just like every year before.
Zachary had promised, as always, to spend the day with me. And, as always, he breaks that promise.
This year, it's because his childhood sweetheart wanted to shoot a set of "artistic photos". She invited him and a few of his close buddies to be part of it.
Without hesitation, he ditches me again and runs straight into her arms.
At 11:00 pm, his childhood sweetheart posts a photo to her social media and sets it so that only I can see it.
In the picture, four men are in nothing but black briefs and Windsor-knotted ties. They kneel around her while she is draped in sheer fabric like a goddess.
The caption reads, "Some people beg for crumbs, but I own the entire bakery."
I take a screenshot. Then, I send it to the girlfriends of all three of Zachary’s best buddies.
If they all look down on me this much, let's hope they don't end up on their knees begging me someday.