“Today is your birthday, no matter how busy we are at work, we will come back to be with you.”,Darkness cloaked the living room, the firelight flickering and illuminating Dad and Mom's faces as they stared at Gao Ming, both sporting identical smiles in the gloom.,“Every time Dad and Mom came home, there were more candles on the cake. Eighteen was coming-of-age, so when eighteen candles appeared, that was my pass.”。