The Last Birthday I Waited
Language: en
That was the third time Caroline forgot my birthday. I didn't make a scene. Instead, I quietly cooked my favorite meal and bought an expensive ice cream cake I’d normally skip, treating it as a solitary celebration of a day nobody else seemed to care about. But when I came out of the shower, ready to finally sit down and enjoy it, I found the dinner I had spent three hours preparing packed away into Tupperware containers. The ice cream cake sitting next to them was a crushed, unrecognizable mess. Caroline finally noticed me standing there. Without looking up, she said, "Elliot hasn't…