My Birthday Cake

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My Dad always called me the Ambassador of cakes since I was little more eating of the cakes less worry on how it was made Mama baked me this cake and it was the last of her cake that I ate

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My Dad always called me the Ambassador of cakes since I was little more eating of the cakes less worry on how it was made Mama baked me this cake and it was the last of her cake that I ate.
🍣🎂🍣🍣🎂🍰🍰🍮🍮🍰🍮🍰

Daddy was serious that I learn to bake cakes. Mama usually observed that my love and passion for baking and said that I should learn from her. I would spill and soil my body with flour and Mama would laugh and spank me .

I looked at my birthday cake picture. And the entire family the best time I had in my life. Mama and Daddy were right by my side looking at me the Ambassador of cakes with loving eyes.

Mama and Daddy were used to arguing and all I had in my life was the love they had for me.

🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤

Daddy where is Mama going to. It was the  most painful moment of my life ..
I didn't understand till Daddy said she was leaving because she doesn't love him anymore.
I didn't understand and I said to her Mama please don't go please I begged ,Mama called me and said that Daddy and I were the best things that had happened to her.

I love you and your Daddy you both sacrificed a lot for me but I have to leave. I have to leave I need to breathe and fulfil my dreams and l will call you on my phone.

Please Mama (I believe in you,you can be anything you want to be just be focused and believe that you can be linked to a better situation). This was the last things she said to me as  she pecked my cheek. And walked out through the door

I felt somehow weak from within and sad but it seemed like her leaving was because of me. 

Daddy and I would often call Mama and I took pics and sent it to Mummy .The pictures of the very first cake that I had baked .Mama was so proud of me.

It got to a point where Daddy called me a pro at baking varieties of cake and Mama would laugh and smile .I was happy until she cut communication with Daddy and me. It made me determined to become who Mama had hoped I would be.
And all I had hoped was to make her proud of me.

Where ever she was I would always love her .
Daddy and I began to think that she abandoned me.
But that didn't stop my passion for baking cakes with Daddy.

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