A Birthday Momento (R-18)

Rowan.

"No, I am not doing that." Alessander spat out flatly, his irritated gaze pointed at the birthday hat I had bought a while back from the convince store.

It was past six pm, and I insisted we buy a cake, considering I didn't have time to bake one. My mother had taught us how to bake a cake when she was still alive, and as tradition, my dad would bake us one every year, until he died.

Continuing the tradition, I baked a cake for Jasmine on her birthday, no matter the circumstance. But now, even my sister was no more…

"Oh come on, I want to take pictures." I insisted, holding up the cone shaped red and blue party hat.

He grimaced, "I'd look stupid in it."

"You'd look cute." I defended, while sticking the candles on the cake. I was stunned when Alessander told me he had never celebrated his birthday before, that he had never even blew out birthday candles.