Happiness. It's relative.

Nobody would believe I made a cake, a layer cake no less, for which I had to buy new round cake pans since it’s been decades since I baked a layer cake or really any cake for that matter, but I felt compelled because my very adult son managed to guilt trip me about his birthday without even trying, I am that susceptible to feeling that I have fallen short that a person barely has to blink twice for me to be questioning my decisions, why, for example, I chose to go to a political meeting rather than make a birthday dinner for, as I said before, my very adult son who has multitudinous other options for celebration, but I consider this the curse I accepted by the unreasoned-out decision to become a mother.
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Brilliant as always!