Before yesterday I had never spoken to anyone 100 years of age. The first thing I said was happy birthday Dad.
He was already having one. The Rest Home had made a real party of it.
It was in fact the second celebration. We’d already had one on the weekend because not everyone could be there on the big day. What’s not to like about saying happy birthday m…
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