On Friday it was the twentieth birthday of my friend Clara.
I don’t know whether she had a birthday cake but I’m presuming she didn’t. Her day was spent travelling back to Brighton from her home, setting up for the party and then seeing her boyfriend.
That night she wore a crown like she was a queen. She moved from one person to another who absolutely loved her. She danced and drank but she still had no cake. She didn’t have candles to blow out and she didn’t make a wish.
Which is funny because when it was my birthday a few months back I wished to get better. It’s all I want and whilst I’m going through struggle and thought, she is the one next to me, who always comes through even if she doesn’t pick up the phone the first time. She is one of the few people who tell me I’m not barking and on many occasions has told me how crazy my situation is.
So as the person who’s making my wish that little bit more obtainable don’t you think it’s fair that she should have her birthday cake?
She is my best friend after all.