At ninety-five, Margery Yolk was pretty sure that she had made every wish that could be required in life.
She let someone else see to the door, the steady stream of children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren parading into her little bungalow in Ipswich, hugs and good wishes in hand. She kept to her armchair and wondered if perhaps she should have at least attempted to find her false teeth for this occasion…
When the cake came she smiled, beckoning the youngest in close to blow out the candles for her.
“You can have my wish,” she whispered.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
That was so cute!!
Thank you!!
This one made me smile.. 🙂
I’m glad. 😀
I had to smile at the ending. Thank you!
Thank you for leaving a comment, I’m glad my writing made you smile.
Feeling all warm and cozy after reading this ❤
Shailaja/The Moving Quill
Lovely to hear that my writing can have such a warming effect. Thank you for reading.
I did birthday candles, too, but luckily our pieces are very different. I really like what you did here! Well done!
Thank you very much. 😀
So cute this granny is, very nice
Tina from The Sunny Side of Life