Father had left us to continue the celebration without Him. Ilesias got to sit in the head-chair and was served the first piece of his cake. He ate four pieces. I sat next to him, tucking my skates under the table and enjoyed the rich, melting taste of cake without additives, since he might never have to endure those poisons. Though, given Father's sensibilities, he might wish Ilesias
Published on September 18, 2009 17:42