“Does she even know it’s her birthday?” Caoimhe asked then, and it made me cross. Of course I did. I had a birthday cake, didn’t I? She laughed before adding, “She probably doesn’t even know what age she’s turning.” Planting my hands on my hips, I turned to my sister and glared. “Four.” Caoimhe’s eyes widened in surprise. “What did you just say?” “Four,” I repeated, still cross with her. “I’m not silly.” I pointed to the candles on my cake. “One, two, three, four.” Now, Mammy and Daddy were looking at me with big, wide eyes.
