small things

It is my birthday, and my friends from high school are having a large party that is also a picnic. There are a lot of cakes. I am feeling slightly awkward about being vegan when nobody else is, and most of the food has been provided by other people. I ask somebody about what I can eat.

“There are eggs in the cakes, but there’s only one egg in your birthday cake!” is the reply. Like they’ve done me a big favour.

Then all of the cakes need to be moved somewhere else and we have to carry them in crumbling, slightly damp handfuls.