Since I’ve always been short—standing 1.45 meters tall—my mom decided to ask my godmother to make a Minion-shaped cake for me. I didn't mind the idea at all, as I really like those characters and the movie; plus, knowing the quality of my godmother and her daughter's work, I knew it would turn out beautifully. It was a cake for my 18th birthday—as you can see in the image, there are two cakes, one bearing the number 1 and the other the number 8.

For that birthday, I didn't have a big celebration or anything like that; it was held at an aunt's house with just close family and a delicious *quesillo*—a type of flan—made by my mom, who knew exactly how much I love that dessert. The cake was also a 10/10, filled with chocolate and featuring that ever-reliable fondant frosting—oh, how I love that kind and buttercream! Yes, I have quite the sweet tooth, but how could I not, given that I had a mother and a godmother who made such tasty treats? Things haven't been quite the same over the last seven or eight years; I’ve only celebrated with my immediate family—my sister, parents, and nephew—along with a godfather and a neighbor. After so many people left, and due to the circumstances surrounding my move and my mother's illness, birthdays haven't been celebrated that way anymore—at least not mine or my sister's.