Cupcakes for Megan
John and I took over the kitchen starting at nine in the morning. Today was Megan’s 18th birthday, and I wanted to do something sweet for her. She’s had my back since day one, but now it was time for me to return the favor.
We baked vanilla, chocolate, rainbow, red velvet cupcakes for her. John was the one who iced them pretty and decorated them beautifully.
“Do you think Megan will like these?”
It had been almost a year since the last time I saw her, and here she was acting as if I had never left. It was like a surreal dream, but I accepted the fact and tried to stay positive.
“Hopefully she will. Do you know when the birthday girl will be celebrating tonight?”
