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My sister and I got busy in the kitchen. She read out the
ingredients from mom’s recipe book and I arranged them on the counter.
Both of us aren't too keen about cooking, but we were determined to bake cupcakes to make a birthday special and memorable.
As I mixed flour, eggs, chocolate, sugar and the remaining
ingredients, my sissy whipped up butter, sugar and cream cheese. Together we
poured the batter into moulds and licked the mixing bowl clean as they got
baked. When the lovely aroma of cakes wafted from the oven, we couldn't stop
ourselves from believing that we had put together perfectly the ingredients to happiness.
With the frosting, they looked beautiful and delicious. We
carried the tray of cupcakes to the flat where Mr. Sen lived. He opened the
door to our collective “Happy Birthday”. He was touched by our gesture and had
tears in his eyes when he said “I just received a virtual cake on Facebook from
my daughter in the States. I don’t think I’ll ever find out how it tastes
though.”
I looked at my sister. She nodded and I knew she had read my
thoughts. “In fact Mr. Sen, we baked these on the request of your daughter.”
“She wanted it to be a surprise you see!” I stammered. We
climbed the stairs back to our flat in silence, overwhelmed by a deep sense of
satisfaction gifted by a simple act of kindness.
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