A story of my father's birthday.

This month when my dad had his birthday, my mom got him this big cake with a nice raspberry jelly on top.

But, the night before his birthday, she really wanted a piece and he said she could have one, so she cut herself a nice piece and ate it, and then he went and ate two huge pieces of the cake.

So, the next day on his birthday my mom went and put candles on the half of the cake that they hadn't eaten yet, and sang Happy Birthday to him.

And, that was his birthday.