The rainbow cake. I had to hear how the rainbow cake was received
At the end of pre-1A, my happy-go-lucky sister came home from school and excitedly removed an envelope from her pink, furry briefcase.
“Ma, our graduation is the day after tomorrow!” She fanned the paper in front of my mother, high enough to be safe from her younger siblings’ hands. “And we have to bring something for the graduation party. There’s going to be tons and tons of nosh!”
“Wow! That’s so exciting! I can’t wait to see you on stage and hear you sing your solo. What would you like to bring?”
She didn’t even pause to think. “Potato chips. The rippled ones.”
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