She woke me up and led me into the kitchen to put me back in the high chair. She got out some forks and small plates in preparation for her surprise and set them on the table. I watched as she went to the refrigerator and removed the chocolate cake she had made for me. Gina knew about my passion for all things chocolate and had baked a cake in my honor. I was deeply touched by her efforts. Despite the fact that the cake had fallen, making it lopsided, I thought it was beautiful. She had done her level best to decorate the cake and had tried to pipe shells of chocolate frosting around the perimeter to make it look like a professional job. She hadn’t succeeded, the shells were so inexpertly made that they looked like long trails of frosting rather than an attempt to decorate. What was impressive about the cake though, was her attempt to fix the problem; she had taken a bar of chocolate and had used a vegetable peeler to cut long curls of chocolate from the bar. Then she had covered the cake with the chocolate curls. The effect almost obliterated her earlier failure. It was gorgeous! I watched in anticipation as she cut a piece for me and set it on the tray of the high chair. Then she cut herself a piece and sat down at the kitchen table. She looked at me and said, “Welcome Home!” before taking a bite. Tears had welled up in the corners of my eyes and drained into my sinuses, making me sniffle as I replied humbly, “Thank you, Gina. I appreciate the effort. Your cake is beautiful!”