My sister replaced my daughter’s birthday cake with a concoction of dog food right before the party started. When my five-year-old blew out her candles and cut into it, everyone saw what it really was.
“It’s just a joke!” she laughed, while my daughter started to cry.
My mother filmed the whole thing on her phone, announcing, “This is going on social media!”
My father laughed so hard he wheezed. “She’s used to eating scraps anyway.”
Then, they tried to feed it to her. My sister, Denise, grabbed my daughter’s face and tried to shove the foul mixture into her mouth while she screamed and cried. My uncle held her arms back. “Come on, just taste it,” he urged.
