She Sat Me by the Kitchen at My Son’s Wedding — So I Burned It All Down With One Phone Call

under the weight.

I stared at it.

Vanilla with raspberry filling.

Five tiers of perfection.

Her favorite flavors.

Her colors—white and gold, elegant and expensive.

I don’t like raspberry. Never did. The seeds get stuck in my teeth and the tartness makes my mouth pucker.

But no one had asked me.

No one had said, Margaret, what’s your favorite cake flavor?

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