"A toast to the birthday girl, and my best friend, Sarah Johnson," Lindsay says, holding up a plastic cup full of root beer. "You've survived sixteen years. Here's to eighty more. To Sarah!"

"To Sarah," The guests say. I take a sip of my cherry soda.

"Hey, who wants cake?" My mom asks. She brings out a one-tiered rectangle. It is vanilla with white frosting and a pink border. Written in yellow frosting are the words "Happy Birthday Sarah." They start singing Happy Birthday as mom lights the candles. When they are done, I blow them out and make a wish.