When I was in kindergarten, my mom made pink frosted cupcakes, for me to bring to school on my birthday. I couldn't wait to carry them in to my classroom. Those cupcakes would make me the immediate star of the day; everyone's best friend.
But when we got to school, the cupcakes were not in the back seat. Mom remembered putting them on the roof of the car, back in the driveway...
I'll never forget that sight, when we rounded the corner. There were all of my pink cupcakes, dotting the street in front of our house, where cars had been running over them. It was the most tragic thing my five-year-old self had ever laid eyes on.
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