I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

nine, with dark hair pulled into a loose ponytail and sleeves slightly too long for her arms.

She wasn’t staring dramatically.

She simply looked surprised.

Like something nice had appeared when she hadn’t expected anything.

Then she noticed me watching.

“Is the whole thing really for us?”

“Yes.”

Her face brightened.

“The whole cake?”

“The whole cake.”

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