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My mother is continuing her tradition of being particularly bad at birthdays. This year she decided to make a cake (it's a very good cake), but instead of having the whole cake available, she cut one slice for everybody who is showing up for dinner and put the rest of the cake out for sale.
When I was younger she would do things like take me with her to a department store, send me into the toy aisle with a budget to pick something out, and then when we got back to the car she'd tell me that was my birthday present.