Sugar rush

Tired from work, the car passed by a Goldilock's store in traffic-choked Laon Laan.

With my eyes looking at the store's signage, I came to realize it was the very same Goldilock's were I got my only Goldilock's birthday cake for the only kiddie birthday party I ever had.

I was five then. It's not clear though whom I was with when I went to that store. Mama was working in Kuwait and wont be home for my birthday. So, together with a birthday card that had a cute baby pig illustration on it, she blew me a kiss across the sea and I had to follow that kiss to that airconditioned sweet smelling Goldilock's.

I remember how my name being called out over the microphone lit up my face and brought my happy feet to a shy hesitant walk. I could barely put my arms on the cake's box. But wanton joy had embraced me.

A sugar rush. That was really sweet. Not on my lips but on a sweet childhood memory to cherish.