Loved

Things have been incredibly tough the past week. Today was one of the bad days. I left work feeling drained and ready to throw in the towel.

Mom said she bought me a piece of cake last week for my birthday. She even included a candle, because I said I wanted a birthday cake this year.


But with all that had happened, I did not have the mood nor appetite for celebration. It's been 7 days and the guilt for neglecting the cake has really set in. When I finally reached for the cake box in the fridge, this is what I saw attached to it:

I bawled when I saw the message on the ang bao.