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... the table where the three-tiered cake was at. The cake was in the middle and everyone was seated around it.

Hikan put candles on the birthday cake equal to Dalia’s age and lit it.

She was debating whether or not to sing the birthday song, but decided not to. Dalia was too embarrassed to teach them that.

Dalia put on a polka-dot party hat and pulled herself closer to the cake. And blew out the candles. Everyone clapped their hands in joy.

“Thank you all for coming here. No ...

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