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"Happy birthday, sweetheart," my mother said, presenting me with the rainbow cake she had been baking for as long as I could remember. It was a cherished birthday tradition. "Thanks, Mom," I replied, wrapping my arms around her. "Make a wish," James encouraged. "And hold these," Edward added, handing me pink balloons. "Can you let go of the balloons?" I asked. "You were the one who wanted pink balloons," Rowan chimed in, holding up his phone. "So, being the amazing friends we are, we got you the balloons you desired," James said.
"I was eight," I protested. "No, you were ten," Edward countered without hesitation. "I can't stand you," I joked. "You shouldn't feel that way. We always get you what you want," Edward replied. "Every single year," Rowan grinned. "Now, make a wish, wi
