Birthday party.
For a child like Caius, such occasions should be the source of unforgettable memories he could brag about when he got older. He could talk about the arrangement of the chairs and tables, the menu on that day, the cake that's taller than him, the well wishes, the guests, and anything he could remember when the time comes.
But for this particular birthday party, I hope, he won't remember anything.
I don't know where to put the blame on what happened during the height of celebration. Maybe to that cocky child, Jade. Or to his mother. Or me.
It all started with a single argument between two children.
I was busy welcoming and stretching my lips into a smile when I heard Caius' small voice. He's shouting something that concerns his Papa.
When I arrived at the scene, th
