Candles

“Happy birthday honey!” her grandmother said.

“Wow seven whole years old! That’s so grown up!” her grandfather said.

“Can I lick your candles?” her sister said.

“I think Rachel will decide who gets the candles. Are you ready for your cake, dear?” her mom said.

Rachel nodded. When the big cake in the shape of a rabbit came out, she took a big breath and blew the candles out.

“What didja wish for?”

“I wished that the army would find out dad was gay so that he would have to come back home.”

Rachel got to keep all the candles.