It was my birthday... the faint yet extremely vivid colorful balloons of all shapes, hanging at even the remotest of corners, smiling merrily with all their might!
Everyone, waiting anxiously to start singing that monotonous, yet exuberant birthday song.. Suddenly, dad noticed me turning yellow..
"What is it son?" he asked hurriedly.
"I think he swallowed something!"- Someone remarked.
(It was a big, unusually big, that used to come in different colors, toffee that had got stuck in my throat.)
I was turning pale, and wasn't able to speak. Dad, took me up, put me in the scooter, and was rushed to the hospital!
Then as he was about to enter the Hospital, I said.
Me: "Dad, Gaya!"
Dad: "What?"
Me : "The toffee, its gone!"
Dad : "Gone? Wait, what?"
Me : "Haan, The toffee is not there anymore. And...!"
Dad : "And?"
Me : "I wanna have Cake!"
We both burst into laughter, and it continued till the end of the birthday party!
