When my birthday arrived, I was so excited about the cake. I’ve always had a major sweet tooth and we didn’t have desserts very often growing up so my birthday cake was a big deal. After dinner when it was finally time for my birthday cake, the cook came in holding a…. a lemon meringue pie! I didn’t understand. Where was my birthday cake?
After my parents explained that this was it and I should be happy and thank the cook for being so nice, I started crying. I didn’t want lemon meringue pie. It was my birthday and I wanted birthday cake. My 4 year old self was not happy. Continue reading