Sharing the Cake is Never Easy

Sharing the Cake is Never Easy

"I remember my eighth birthday party with astonishing clarity.

There had been other parties before—small gatherings at home with cousins and brothers and grandparents—but this was the first one to which I invited friends.

This was the first proper one.

I wore new jeans and a denim jacket; both much-longed for presents that I’d unwrapped with glee earlier in the day. There was a table piled high with sausage rolls and mini pizzas; an enormous cake with icing and candles. There were generous gifts from all my friends, and a stash of party bags for when they left.

It should have been perfect."

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