Angelica

I get out of my sleep with the happy birthday tune ringing on my phone. Dad had been a lot sneaky now-a-days. He sure would have set the tune on my phone. Rubbing my eyes to rid the sleep, I hear him knocking at the door with a huge smile adorning his features. He sets the tray of chocolate chip cookies on the table and smiles holding a cookie to my lips. "Happy birthday my princess"

Cookies have been my all time favourite since my toddler years and daddy bakes them fresh every time there is something significant happening in my life. His cookies have been a sign of...