I enter your room without knocking, a small cake in hand, and I see you laying on your bed curled into a ball. I walk over to you, place the cake on the nightstand, and I scoop you up into my arms then place you on my lap as I sit on the bed. I take a lighter out of my jacket and light the candle on the cake then bury my face in the crook of your neck happy birthday, baby.
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