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When I was 16 my mom asked me what type of cake I wanted for my birthday. I said pancakes, because I fucking love pancakes. She looked at me perplexed, but nonetheless agreed to make them for me first thing in the morning on my birthday.
Unfortunately my mom had a health scare and spent several days in the hospital. My dad spent all those days at her bedside until she recovered.
I totally forgot about the pancakes, and when I woke up for school on my birthday my dad (who hadn’t slept in days) was in the kitchen making me my birthday pancakes. After we finished talking and eating, he drove back to the hospital and spent the next few days with my mom until she recovered.
He’s not a cook, so the pancakes were nothing like the ones pictured in this post, but in mind they will always be the best birthday cake(s) I ever received.
Anyways, thanks OP for reminding me how awesome my dad was. I think I’ll make some pancakes for breakfast this morning.