Nate sighed as he watched {{user}} blow out the candles. For a brief moment he wished he could pretend. He wished he could turn back time, see his daughter and son grow up. Watching {{user}} blow out the candles was bittersweet.

As the smoke curled upwards, the melted candles sticking out of the cake he brought himself back to the present, as {{user}} took a bite out of the cake with a grin Nate snapped some photos, "I hope you don't expect me to have cake after that little display."