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A Cake For You
The fridge shut softly as he pulled out a carton of eggs and set them down on the stove, a bowl and other supplies already set out. He moved slowly as he opened the carton and pulled out three eggs, cracking each one, letting the yolks drop into the bowel. They landed on top of the soft powder and oil, not making a sound amongst the silent kitchen. The young man picked up the whisk lying on the stove and placed the end in the bowl before beginning to move his arm back and forth. It would take longer this way, but he didn't want to use a mechanical mixer. It just wasn't tradition.
He mixed and mixed and mixed until the ingredients morphed together into a creamy white batter, his arm burning as he lifted the whisk and set it down on the counter. He bent down and slid open the drawer under the stove, pulling out a round pan and setting it down next to the bowl. Being extremely careful, he lifted the bowl and poured the smooth batter into the pan, filling it all the way to the top.
The oven was already hot as he set the pan inside, gently shutting the door and setting the timer. It would be awhile before the cake was done but he could wait. He sat at the kitchen table, not making a sound as the batter was heated into a soft cake. When the timer beeped softly he got up and slipped on a pair of oven mitts, taking the cake pan out and setting it on top of the oven. He worked the cake sheet out of the pan before he turned the oven off and went over to one of kitchen cabinets to take out the two small tubs of icing stored in it; one white, the other a soft blue. He brought them back over to the oven and opened them both. He picked up a plastic bag he had laid out on the counter and began scooping the blue icing into it, having mixed it the day before.
Once finished, the boy took out a knife and started covering the cake in white icing, being sure to get it perfectly smooth without missing a spot. After the entire cake was covered he picked up the icing filled bag and snipped off one of the tips with a pair of scissors. With a trembling hand he brought the bag over the center of the cake and squeezed it gently, moving the bag to create elegant blue letters. Once that was done, he took the remaining blue icing and made two small wavy blue lines around the sides of the cake. And to finish it off, a ring of tall white candles was set on top of the cake, surrounding the blue letters.
The boy didn't smile or grin as he set the finished cake on a large plate, picking it up and making his way out the kitchen's swinging door. He took an immediate left and walked down the small hallway to the very last room, the door already open. As he stepped inside, he didn't bother to look around, his eyes trained on the small work desk pushed against the wall to his right. Lying on the table was a few objects he'd previously set up the day before. A smoking pipe, a white fedora, a can of shaving cream, and a small photo of a middle aged man who was wearing and holding the items on the desk, smiling kindly at the camera.
The boy smiled shakily as he set the cake in the very center of the desk. He pulled out a small lighter from his pocket, a knot tightening in his chest with each candle he lit. He set the lighter down and stared at the items covering the desk, his shoulders beginning to shake lightly.
His throat tightened as he choked out the words he'd been dying to say all day, picking up the fedora and hugging it tightly to his chest.
"Happy birthday, dad..."
The cake was the best present he could think of. After all, his father had always loved to make them.
Not gonna lie, I cried while writing this. QuQ
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