Today is my birthday.
My birthday isn't my favorite day.
The day only comes once a year.
And I'm glad about that.
No one knows today is my birthday.
I don't usually tell people.
I really don't like the question,
"How old are you?"
I walk to work at the police station.
There is a box on my desk.
Did someone get me a gift?
I pick up the box. I open the box.
There is a cake in it.
The cake is chocolate with my favorite fruit.
"Surprise!" Mr. F shouts from behind me.
"Which do you like more, surprises or birthdays?"
He laughs.
I don't like either.
He knows that.
Mr. F is my partner at the station.
He often tries to surprise me.
I guess today isn't any different.
"I have one more surprise for you," he says.
I smile and say, "I know. Where is my mom?"
This time Mr. F was surprised.
"How do you know?" He asks.
"Only one person knows chocolate cake with strawberries is my favorite."