My dad turn 55 today. Happy Birthday to him. I probably should write a poem or a little bit about my respect and admiration for him. But I’m not going to. Let’s just eat his leftover cake (we technically celebrated this last weekend):
My mom actually made this. It’s quite good. She did amazing.
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