“I remember having a cheap cupcake on my birthday in the orphanage. It’s tiny with no cream or fruit cupping, and the cake itself is dry and chewy with a sickening sweetness that makes my tongue numb.”0

“Yeah.” Qing Ling had had cakes like that before.0

Gao Yang looked at the cream cake on his paper plate. “I ate a cupcake and made a wish to find my mom and dad. Then I woke up to a family.”0

He looked up at his companions, watching them eat their slices of cake. “I’m in no place to make complaints. I had nothing, then God gave me everything. God simply took it back when it was...0