Cookies and cream cupcakes. His favourite.

It was our boy’s birthday. I made him cupcakes with his favourite icing.

I sang him happy birthday and watched him smile.

“Mum, you are a terrible singer,” he said.

He didn’t want a party this year. He said it seemed a little childish.

He is now twelve years old and already too grown up for me.

We couldn’t get a picture the first time. He was happy to stand with the candle lit cupcakes again for the image.

For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday.

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