I always thought the idea of birthday candles on a cake was a wretched idea. Is it my right as the birthday person to blow germs all over the shared cake?
My father held me in his arms this year while singing along with my friends. His voice sounded like a harmonica, and I felt comfortable against his now frail body that is wasting away in Kalkaskaville. My friend urgently suggested I make a wish in mid blow. I had forgotten to this year. Perhaps because they never come true. I still make wishes on falling stars and what not. I failed to blow them all out in one breath. I wish I could blame the failure of this wish on that technicality. Later, I asked my other friend what she thought I wished for. I was saddened that someone who has been so close to me for well over a decade, doesn't know what I wish for every time.

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