The big day finally arrived. Emily’s children painstakingly planted the candles in the cake’s frosted icing. The telegram from the Queen and the presents sat on a table in the Nursing Home. The party would start at 11 so the residents would be at their best.
“She made it.” Jane her eldest said.
“What a milestone.” Daniel responded.
They fussed ensuring that everything would be just right for the photo that would go in the local paper.
Emily was wheeled into the room with a couple of nurses in attendance. “Happy birthday Mama.”
Emily’s vacant eyes stared. “Who are you?”