Completely forgot to make a wish — last week — so wrapped up in names and cakes from the past.
There were two cakes for our birthday — back then — when we were Baby A and Baby B. Our mother’s cake was like a fairy tale — strawberries and cream — soft and sweet. Our father’s cake was a lullaby — with pretty pink roses piped all along the edges.
Crying, crawling, stumbling, falling — making a mess out of dinner — I remember when we ate in the kitchen sink.
Wore Baby A and Baby B bracelets — forever, it seems — only because our mom did not like those names — Akwelle and Akuokuo — names meaning first and second born female twins — names our dad chose — thanks to Charles — their Ghanaian friend.
Would have been Romulus and Remus — the founders of Rome — had we been boys — names our father loved — names our mother — did not.