Another birthday, another year around the sun, and another wish. I am awaiting the same thing that happens every year. My mom will ask me what cake I want. I’ll say, “Vanilla with chocolate frosting and chocolate chip crumbles on top”. My special birthday cake order hasn’t changed in eleven years. My family will gather around the dining room table… or maybe sit on the couch if the Celtics game is on. My sister will practically sprint around the house turning out all the lights, and then my parents will proceed to yell at her for running too fast. “You’re shaking the whole house! If you knock it down it’s you who’s gonna pay for it”. My sister will sigh, I will laugh, and then my mom and dad will bring in the cake. I’ll look at the hot wax dripping down the birthday candles to meet the savory chocolate frosting.