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My sixth birthday is coming soon. I am really excited, know which friends I want. Last night I dreamed about the birthday cake my mom will bake for me and know how good it will taste. I'm going to help her.
I want two layers of yellow cake between chocolate. The yellow should taste like orange. Raspberry preserves, my favorite, goes between the yellow layers. Thick, thick chocolate icing swirls over the whole thing. My Mom can put a few of her pretty white flowers around where she writes in pink ' HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SUZY.'
I want two layers of yellow cake between chocolate. The yellow should taste like orange. Raspberry preserves, my favorite, goes between the yellow layers. Thick, thick chocolate icing swirls over the whole thing. My Mom can put a few of her pretty white flowers around where she writes in pink ' HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SUZY.'
Mom pats the kitchen chair and tells me to sit down to go over the guest list. I sit wishing I was older and my feet could reach the floor. Mom starts. ' We'll invite Aunt Rose, Aunt Marie, Aunt Katherine and Grandma Sophie, Cousins Roslyn, Betty.' She stops to take a breath and think, but I interrupt. 'Mom, this is my party. I want my school friends here, not a bunch of old ladies.' What a mean, nasty look Mom sends me. She stands tall, shakes her finger at me and asks, 'Do you own this house, Suzy?' I scrunch my eyes, make them narrow and just answer 'No.' 'Are you paying for this party, Smarty?' Again I say, 'No.' 'Suzy, are you going to bake the cake, mail the invitations, set the table, have fun, games, buy prizes for your friends?' I must be honest and tell her 'No.' 'Then Miss Still Little Girl, shut up. Don't give me and Dad orders. Your party is going to be lovely, fun. You'll get a lot of presents. All you have to do is give me the names and right addresses for your class- mates and lick the stamps. You, I and Daddy will discuss the games. Now not another word. The family I want here will be invited and you will be very nice to all of them or forget the whole party. Want a glass of milk and a cookie? I've got things to do?' my Mom says and leaves me upset, crying and drinking my milk.
Mom almost cancels my party after I got all the addresses she wanted.
Dad tells me stories of things he wanted when he was my age and how he never got most of them. He pounds his chest like Tarzan and let's me know he turned out fine without them and I should be more cooperative with my Mom. I ask him what that big word means.
'But Dad, she isn't cooperating with me,' I whine. He spanks me, not hard, just enough for me to keep my mouth shut.
Dad tells me stories of things he wanted when he was my age and how he never got most of them. He pounds his chest like Tarzan and let's me know he turned out fine without them and I should be more cooperative with my Mom. I ask him what that big word means.
'But Dad, she isn't cooperating with me,' I whine. He spanks me, not hard, just enough for me to keep my mouth shut.
Party day is here! Mom bought me a new pink dress and black patent leather shoes. I look at myself and am so happy and grown up. Every single friend I invited answered my invitations, (the ones Mom wrote on pink paper).
Mom thinks of everything, cares about us all and has padded chairs for my relatives so they can be together in the sun room and still feel like they are at the party table with me.
All of my aunts, cousins and Grandma Sophie come early and bring the best presents.
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