It was his birthday.
He entered his room with his friends to see a butterscotch flavored cake on the table and a smile spread across his face. He blew off the candle and shared the first piece with his best friend. Silently, I left the room from behind the curtains. I did not even want him to know that the cake was from me. I just left.
I did not know what he wished for, but I knew mine and that was his happiness.