Cake

No other piece of cake in the world would’ve felt so much rejection. It was a beautiful cake, chocolate and white-cream with nice little red cherries on top, the kind little children would crave- for in their dreams. Even as I began to protest, a big chunk was thrust into my hand. When I finished my rant and looked up, there was no one near me. We were celebrating our annual “meet-the-angels” party at the local disability center, by “we”, I meant our community, my body was not celebrating these things anymore.

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