If Only Cake Could Talk

The cake was perceived as a lady, enchanting and alluring. But its sugary coat deceived all eyes, hiding a heartfelt tale like my mother crying silently as she longed for a departed soul on her birthday. “I miss you so much!”, she uttered softly while holding my sister’s picture frame.

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