As I got home I threw my bike down. I spammed the door shut. I stomped up the stairs, ignoring my moms concerned questions. All of my anger came through my actions. Through slamming my door, throwing my backpack, laying on my bed.

Later that night my mom slowly opened the door to my room. "Jacob?" She asked slowly. I was on my side, turned away toward the wall. She walked all the way in. "I brought you some cake....."

I didn't want to turn. I just wanted to sit here and shut everything out. But I couldn't take it out on my mom, she'd already been through enough and didn't deserve it.

I rolled over and sat up, earning a small smile. When she came over she sat on my bed and handed me the slice of cake with an unlit candle. "Happy birthday Jacob." She took out a lighter and lit the candle. "Make a wish,"

I smiled and blew out the candle. But I didn't make a wish, I didn't have anything to wish for. But now, looking back, I had a million things to wish for.