After what felt like decades of social isolation and being grounded from my cell phone, I decided it's time to get out of my shell - and by that I mean go say hi to the fridge.
No this can't be right.. we literally went to the store yesterday. I re-open and close the fridge door hoping food will magically appear if I do it enough times.
Then, God sends me a blessing.
"Cake!" I notice a box of cake behind frozen brocolli bags in the freezer. To my surprise, it was my favorite type.
I rush back to my cave (or my bedroom whichever you'd like to call it) and indulge.
"El!" My mother screams from downstairs, waking me up from my wonderful nap. That's what I get for eating it all; a sugar coma.
"Everything alright?" I ask while joyfully trotting down the staircase.
I make an abrupt halt as I look around the living room - my eyes widen. Birthday decorations engulfed the atmosphere. But why? It's not my birthday? I look around for clues as to who's party this was for. I spot my mom reaching for the fridge.
I leap across the floor and slide my socks against the cold kitchen tile - slamming my body against the fridge doors. "You can't do that."
"I can't give my son his birthday cake?" my mom asked crossing her arms.
Wait that was his?
I continue pressing both hands on the fridge door not allowing my mom to get the cake that I ate by accident. Just to remind you that it was an accident.
"Eliana Josephine Montesano, this is no time for games. Let me open the fridge and get his cake now."
"Mom please, just get another one he doesn't even like cookies and cream ice cream cake!" I exclaim.
"And how would you know what it tastes like?" She gives me a suspicious look and my eyes shift to the floor as I bite my lip, "because I ate it?"
"You did what?"she asked rather loudly. She ripped my arms off the refrigerator door handle so forcefully that it felt like my bones detached from my body. I tried to stop her but it was too late. My delicious secret had been exposed. Henry appeared behind my mother that was holding the empty cake container and asked,"is..is that mine?"
She looked at the container, Henry, me, and back at the container before quickly reassuring him, "of course not!"
"Of course not?" My eyebrows furrowed.
She glares at me and looks back at my little brother Henry, "your cake is at the store and El here is going to go pick it up."
"I am?" I ask.
"She is?" Henry asked exactly at the same time as me.
"Yes." my mom nods proudly.
I groan, "but mom!"
She mimicked, "but Eliana!"
"Thats not even what my voice sounds like." I said while grabbing my car keys.
"That's a shame, my own daughter doesn't even know she sounds like a two year old." She throws away the cake container and offers Henry a kiss on the forehead. I roll my eyes and slip on my old pair of converse.
"Which store? The one by the gas station down the street?" I ask.
"Nope. Your going to have to go to Dewberry Cake Catastrophes." She smiles.
"But that's an hour and a half away.." My eyes widen in disbelief.
She shrugs, "yeah I know."
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I Was Told There'd Be Cake
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