the cake

Over the years, I have had the privilege of making the birthday cakes. I have made a Humpty Dumpty cake, a choo-choo train cake with oreo cookie wheels, a Peter Rabbit Cake. This year Junhong wanted to decorate his own cake.
I put up a little fight.
But he convinced me that it was HIS birthday after all.

It reminded me of the moment he first ate solid food. A mouthful of banana. A mouthful away from my breasts, away from me.
Today it was one cake away from me.
One cake towards being his own man.