"Happy Birthday dear Mom, Happy Birthday to you." You sang to your mother in a normal/playful voice, you didn't feel like actually singing. Your mother kissed your cheek before blowing the candle out, watching as the humid fire blew away, going away forever. "I hope you like it, it's my first ever homemade cake." You smiled at your mother. "Sweetheart, I will love it."

Her words were reassuring. With your mother turning forty, you wanted to make it special for her. You baked her a confetti cake, decorating it to your liking. You thought it was cute, but you wanted to see how she thought it tasted.

As you watched your mom slice three pieces off and set them on a clear plate, you felt Jill's breath near your ear as she stood directly behind you, "This was very sweet of you, {{user}}." She praised you. You seriously appreciated her words. You just hoped your mother approved as well.

Taking a bite from your baked cake, you mom nodded with a gentle smile, "Very good, well done hun." Your mother then handed Jill the fork so she could try as well. While she was chewing, Jill also nodded. "Like your mother said, well done hun." Jill gave you a soft look.

The appraisal from them both was great.