Perhaps it was the waves of streamers that filled the air, or maybe the small ribbons of shredded wrapping paper that lay strewn across the floor. Maybe it was the thoughts of a huge delicious cake, the sweet-cream icing flowing around the edges and enticing all who would look upon it. No matter what it was that afternoon, there was always something that brought a smile to Flint’s face.
“Happy Birthday!” came the cry as Flint returned home that day. The cry was quickly followed by a barrage of confetti signalled by the commanding pitch of party whistles. The sheer sight of those before him seemed to leave Flint in dire ne