My Girlfriend’s Birthday by Matthew A. Hamilton

My Girlfriend’s Birthday by Matthew Hamilton

I bought my girlfriend a basket of breadfruit for her 21st birthday.

“What’s all this jackfruit doing on the table?” she asked. “And why are there candles stuck in them?”

“Breadfruit,” I said, smiling.

“Whatever. What’s it doing here?”

“I bought it,” I said. “You eat it.”

“Obviously,” she said. “What for?”

“Your birthday.”

“You’re kidding,” she said, smiling uncertainly. “You want me to look deeper, move the fruit around. Is that it?”

“No,” I said. “Why would I want you to do that?”

“I don’t know,” she said, but I could tell she wanted to say something more.

“So why don’t you bake it and let’s see if what they say about it is true.”

“You want me to bake something for you on my birthday,” she said. “Are you retarded?”

“Just try it.”

She rolled her eyes. “What will happen if it’s baked?”

“It’s supposed to look like bread,” I said. “Hence the name.”

I tried to give her a kiss, but she gently pushed me away.

“Blow out the candles,” I said, “and let’s slice one open.”

“Okay, fine,” she said. She was irritated; that made the surprise worth it.

When she pulled out the little black box, she looked up at me. Her eyes were watering.

We were married a week later.

Come on, did you really think I’d buy breadfruit for my girlfriend for her birthday?

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