Your dad's car arrived and parked on the usual spot.
But he didn't visit the usual supermarket.
This time, he bought a cake insted of making one.
You still hate his cakes.
With a orotund sound, he calls you to where he is.
He brings the Cake with him, and you follow.
From nowhere he has a knife in his hand, but you pay attention to the cake.
Its glazed with snow and blueberrys.
But the words are made with chocolate.
"Happy birthay son, im very proud of you"
You smile, but before being able to say thanks, he muffles
"Do you get it, kid? Because i don't. I never had a son after all"
The man laughs hysterically.
Right, he is not your dad.
He's another shenanigan, this is another dreambubble.
Suddenly you want one of his cakes.
You're sleeping, Your real dad is dead.