Cake (drabble) Tomorrow is your birthday and it will be the first year that I'm not making your birthday cake. I didn't tell anyone about our little celebrations and I won't, they won't understand it. Probably because for them doesn't make sense celebrate something to someone who is no longer here, but you are still by my side and you will always be there. They won't understand that the party is not only to you, is to me and to everyone who miss you. It's when and where we let ourselves talk about you using only the present forms... we are not yet able to say things that had happened when you really could eat your birthday cake. Tomorrow is your birthday and even if i'm not coming: Happy Birthday to you.