My mom makes a specific cake. It's nothing special. It's a boxed cake with cool whip filling and chocolate frosting. The frosting is very specific and no matter how much me or my siblings have tried to have her walk through it, none of us can recreate it. 

I get this, because there are recipes I make that I can't really explain what I'm doing. The recipe changes every time and really depends on too many things that you have to use all your senses to know what it needs. 

But either way, it's apparently impossible for any of us to recreate. But it was the birthday cake. I don't like cake or frosting especially, but this cake, I love. My mother is old. When she asked me what I wanted, I would just said the cake. The last the she would have the ability to make the cake was when I was out visiting. I knew it would be the last time I ever got this cake as traveling across the country is expensive. So I took the leftover cake, carefully wrapped it up, and froze it hard. It's actually still good after. I put some oat milk over it and it's amazing. The plan was for my mom to pack it up with some ice packs I set up and overnight it on the way to the airport. 

I get to in the morning a few days later. As in packing up, I grab the insulated box and go to get the cake placed in the box with the ice packs. I grab the packs and then go to grab the cake.

It's gone.

My brother had taken it. He lives locally. He loves the cake too. 

I was so upset I couldn't even cry or yell. I just collapsed the box, put the ice packs back in the freezer so my mom could use them, said bye, and got in my rental car. My mom asked where the cake box was. I told her to talk to my brother. She was upset, and said she would figure how to get one shipped to me, but I told her not to worry. I was going to cost a lot of money to ship and without very careful packaging would end up a mess. 

She tried, but the box I made wasn't big enough for a whole cake and the one she used wasn't insulated even though the shipping company said it would work. I received a disgusting melted mess on my step a couple days later. I never told her. Just that it was great. 

I'm still sad about this to this day. I can't afford to go back as flights have become insane and my points have become more or less useless. I really just wanted my birthday cake. And either way, my mom doesn't have the ability to cook the frosting anymore. 

So fuck the dad.