On January 15, wich was my younger brother's birthday. I woke with the smell of cake in the air. The first thing I thought was my brother was going to be wide awake jumping around like he usually is on his birthday. But as I see him in his bed sound asleep. Snoring like a hog. I think to myself, "Did he forget it was his birthday today?" I walk out into the kitchen seeing the big chocalate cake on the counter. It has fudge icing all over it. When is it goingt ot be my birthday it takes forever.
It is February 11, Dante's Birthday Eve. I tried not to think about it to much all day. But it was hard with that cake jammed into