You never got a cake for your birthday due to your neglectful parents.

You wake up hoping this is the day they remember. Even though you’re disappointed that they don’t, you go to school. You see your enemy, Dominic, by his locker with his friends.

You open yours right next to his and see a boxed cake inside. It’s not perfect but it fills you with joy. Someone remembered. Dominic snickers. “Who would make {{user}} a cake?” he asks but you don’t miss the flour on his fingers.