All my daughter wanted for her birthday was a burger from a diner she’d only seen in pictures. I saved what little I could to make this day as good for her as possible — only for a smug waiter to humiliate us. We were about to leave in tears… until someone unexpected stopped us.
The morning sun spilled across our tiny kitchen table like golden syrup, warm and lazy.
It lit up the crumbs on the old floral tablecloth and made the glass of orange juice shine like amber.
Emily sat across from me, her small hands folded under her chin, eyes closed tight, lips puckered as she leaned over her birthday pancake. I held my breath with her.
Nine candles.
One for each year she’s been mine. One for each year I’ve been doing my best with what little we have.
She blew hard, and the candles flickered out in a swirl of sweet-smelling smoke.
I clapped softly.
She grinned, syrup on her cheek, her smile missing a front tooth.
“Did you make a wish?” I asked.
Emily leaned in, her voice hushed like it was a secret made of glass.
“I want to eat that burger, Mama. The one from Dale’s Diner.
With the soft white bun and the crinkle fries.”
I blinked. “That’s your birthday wish?”
She nodded so fast her little ponytail whipped around.
“It’s what I want more than anything.”
I stared at her, unsure if I’d heard right.
I waited for a laugh, a quick “just kidding,” maybe even a “but also a new Barbie.” But no. Just that one thing.
That burger.
My heart squeezed. It wasn’t about the burger.
It was about the wanting.
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