THE WILD CAT
I asked, noticing the cake in his hands and the small balloons and decorations around the room.
“You totally forgot, didn’t you?” My uncle grinned, setting the cake down on the table.
“It’s your birthday, you silly girl,” he announced, showering me with confetti.
The realization hit me hard—it had been two years since my parents’ death, two years since I lost my joy in life, and I hadn’t spoken to my best friend Susan since that day.
“Come, my dear, make a wish,” my uncle said, lighting the candle on the cake.