Donalds birthday...
It was the year he had his very first birthday party... I think he was seven.
His grandmother had baked his favorite chocolate cake and had topped it with thick chocolate frosting and let him lick the spoon.
He'd never had a birthday party before.
He'd never been this excited before.
He couldn't wait for all the kids to come rushing through the door.
They would play games and eat that wonderful chocolate cake and of course there would be ice cream.
He spent all afternoon waiting. Listening for the sound of footsteps coming up onto the porch to ring the door bell.
It must have been after five that evening when his mother finally started putting the food and games away.
Maybe they would come next year...
No Kings Day!
Noodle and crew
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