I spent my sixteenth birthday waiting for my sister to drive from New York to New Jersey so that we could go to Applebee’s for my birthday. When my family (the mother, the father, the sister, her husband, and her two lovely children) got to the restaurant and ate, I hoped for a cake but got a dessert shooter – a shot glass with 1/4 cheesecake and 3/4 whipped cream with a cherry on top. Not even a candle.
I got a card with a singing hamster on it, so that was an upside.
I’ve expected a lot less after that.
inspired by this prompt