It’s your birthday, but you don’t feel like throwing a party. You got a bad grade in both Math and History and have yet to tell your mom. It’s still early in the morning though, so you have time. You walk in the kitchen to see your mom waiting for you, standing next to a cake - your favorite kind. She’s excited to get to use her singing voice and sings you Happy Birthday. She sees the faint smile cross your face and strokes your cheek Happy birthday, sweetie. And how old are you now?
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