[ WP ] `` At my third birthday party the cake only had two candles . ''

Colorful balloons, streamers and glittering decorations all vied for my attention, glaring and out of place in this new big room. The walls were white, clean not like the old place. The colors don ’ t hide how empty it is, and bright. 
 
 The table is pretty, dark brown and cool to the touch, like the floors, fun to run my fingers over smooth. *She* makes a face when I pretend it ‘ s a dark cave. We eat food at the table, it is n't for playing, they did n't care before. The last place made my nose burn, and there was always the fear. Here it smelled like clean laundry all the time. But I don ’ t like the rules. 
 The grown ups are nice, but they always tell me I ’ m wrong. I can ’ t take naps when I want, they don ’ t let me play a lot and the food is ikky but that ’ s ok because my tummy is always full now. 
 
 *She* is nice, and *he* is gentle when I ‘ m doing right. No one ever yells and when I cry they pick me up. They call me Aiden and it sounds good, I like Aiden. In the other place they said brat and him. Never Aiden and I didn ’ t know when they meant me or something else. When strangers come I don ’ t need to hide either, they even bring other ones over, Brendan is my favorite, he has the green power rangers and can reach much higher than me to make the tallest block towers, but he ’ s being held by his mommy beside a giant castle of colored boxes. I want to play inside them but *she* picked me up when I tried to climb them. One of the boys they call ‘ doctor ’ is here, he ’ s tall and has a shiny metal thing over his eye ’ s, Normally when they say doctor I need to hide, I don ’ t like those big white people or the blue ones who poke me with cold hands or stick things in my arm that hurt even if they do give me suckers. 
 
 She grinds the medicines up and puts them in my cup. 
 
 “ aiden sweetie come here, time to blow out your candles ” His hands scoop me up, for a moment I ’ m taller than everyone else, I giggle and squeal loudly, everyone here seems to like it, they don ‘ t mind when I make noise. 
 
 I ’ m set in the big hard chair I don ’ t like and try to get out of it at once but her hands ruffle my hair and she comes down close to me pointing. She smells like sugar and chocolate. The lights go out and my heart thumps. I don ’ t like the dark, it ’ s scary. The dark is never ok. 
 
 And then I see something in the dark. It ’ s pretty. Two shiny spots, everyone is singing, I don ‘ t know what, but it ‘ s pretty, it ’ s all I can think about and exiting and my feet kick along. All I see is them and then the lights come up. It ’ s a big square it smells sweet and it ‘ s as bright at the balloons in the room. It looks squishy and it has a big red power ranger on it, I want it, reaching for it but my arms do n't reach. 
 “ Blow out your candles. My baby boy, happy birthday ” I look at her. And look back. This is a birthday? My baby? does that mean she's *my* momma? 
 I know what it is I saw on the Tv. I never had one though not ever, not a birthday, and not a momma, the other one would yell when I called her momma. I laugh and giggle and I can ’ t seem to stop a wide smile on my face. This is for me? Mine? All mine! Even the people I smile at her and she ’ s smiling but her eye ’ s look all wet, so do *his* Is he the pappa then? 
 
 “ Go on sweetie. Welcome to your home Aiden, blow out your candles ” she said. I looked at the candles, the glowy things, but there are two. 
 
 “ Maka swish ” Brendan said from his mothers arms “ An blow ” he let out a puff of air that scattered spittle in front of him. His momma laughed. 
 I guess they don ’ t know, because I ’ m still so small, that there should be three. I'll tell them...... later. 
 
 
 *First prompt please let me know how I did.
