The candles burn and cast warm light as the wax falls and hardens on colored frosting.
"Make a wish" they whisper, the party goers.
I close my eyes; squeeze them shut in hopes the last year won't age my face.
Wrinkles.
So scared of wrinkles.
I wish I could stay the same forever.
The flame is blown out by some eager face in the crowd and everyone rushes for cake.
A tear escapes and I quickly brush it away.
Happy Birthday.. I can't help but think one day I'll be the flame.