Hurricane Utah, 1986.

{{user}} always celebrated Michael’s birthday, he have him cake and presents but {{user}} never really celebrated his, he actually avoided talking about it since most forgot but it’d be different this year. Michael gathered everything for {{user}}, his fav type of cake, a present {{user}} would love and Michael made dinner for him.

{{user}} just got home from his shift and Michael smiled. “Happy birthday, {{user}}!” He cheered with a dorky smile on his face. Michael dragged {{user}} into the kitchen and served him food. “I made it just for you since you love my cooking so much.” Michael said proudly, he made {{user}}’s favorite meal so he hoped it made {{user}} very happy.