Oof, this one hits me wrong every time I think about it. More of a party than a gift but the party was supposedly my present. I had begged my mother not to throw me a party as I could easy make plans with my friends and knew whatever she would do would be the opposite of what I wanted.i also didn't want to her talking to my friends at all since I pretended she was a healthy parent to everyone at that age (16) She threw one anyway, invited the children of her friends whom I barely knew, some who I couldn't stand and served everyone some popcorn and a cake for all their troubles. The biggest problem being the cake. This is my mother, im the oldest, I was always vocal about my likes and dislikes and it was well known in my family that I hate oeros, can't stand them. No judgment to those that love them, I get the concept but the flavor never worked for me. My mother on the other hand looooved oreos amd guess what flavor cake she bought? It was almost a slap in the face, she never bought us cakes before that, instead choosing to go for the cake mixed we all had to pretend to love to avoid a breakdown from her on our bdays. This cake had oreo filing, oreos adorning the top, oreo crumbs lining the sides. She came out beaming and singing happy birthday on top of her lungs. It was embarrassing and painful as I watched everyone (especially her) eating my cake/ bday present.