For my daughter’s fifth birthday, I made her a special cake.
It was different to the other cakes that I had made her before, on her other birthdays. This one had something special, a surprise for my little girl.
The ingredients themselves weren’t anything you wouldn’t expect; eggs, flour, butter, sugar. It had cocoa powder also, but she had had that previously, on her third birthday.
But this cake was different to any cake my daughter had eaten before.
She woke up on the morning of her birthday, excited as usual. She loved celebrating, no matter the occasion.
I chose to give her the cake first thing in the morning, unable to wait. She could hardly believe her eyes, as I always made her wait until evening usually. She placed the red case she carried with her on the table, and sat on the chair, the anticipation clear on her face. I carried the cake to her, candles lit, and sang happy birthday to her.
She closed her eyes and made a wish, probably for something trivial like a doll or a pony or something. If I had one wish, I would wish for peace. Not world peace or anything quite so great, but peace for myself. These past few years, well let’s just say they have been challenging. All of the hospital appointments, health scares, all of it had been horrible.
But luckily she would not have to deal with it any more.
My little girl blew out her candles, probably with the childlike hope for her wish to come true.
Oh well.
She took her first bite of cake, so happy and so completely absorbed in her birthday breakfast that she didn’t even notice me pick up the red case from beside the cake plate and open it up.
She didn’t even notice me take out the syringe of insulin and empty it into the sink, before throwing it all into the bin.
Wouldn’t be needing that any more.
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Credits to: made_in_brizzle
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