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There was a golden birthday.

The birthday girl stomped home in a cloud of ill humour after picking a dumb fight with someone she adores. Then she tripped straight into a lair of all her favorite friends gathered to besiege her with a surprise party.

The ill humour dissipated in that millisecond of teary disbelief…was this really all for her?  And then the glee swelled and broke, and she clapped her hands like a giddy child. A giddy, golden birthday child.

The whole house was swathed like a crime scene in birthday tape and balloon garlands and bunting. The party bandits threw down cake after cake til the table audibly creaked under the weight of so much home-baked goodness. A bajillion twinkling tea lights lit up the way to a clutch of wine bottles in bowling pin formation. And there were pretty presents, including a glamourous pair of emerald and gold socks.


I know I’m loved. But sometimes I forget how much.

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