My sweet sixteenth was coming up and it was going to be the best birthday party of the year. I was looking forward to showing off everything I had to the people at school. I wanted them to see that everything that I had, was better than theirs. I wanted the girls at school to walk into my house and see a table of presents stacked to the ceiling. I didn’t want anyone to leave my birthday party without being jealous. I wanted everyone who thought they were better than me, to see that they were not.
Mum was going to do the cooking and bake the cake for my party until I heard her discussing it with her friends. They were all planning to get together and spend days baking so that my school friends had an abundance of sugary baked treats to select from, but there was no way I was going to subject my friends to eating Mums cooking. I’d be too embarrassed to ever show my face at school again. I told Mum that her and her friends would definitely not be cooking for my party and that I wanted a professional caterer.
I walked outside and told my father to arrange the food with Finger Food Catering Melbourne. He told me that my mother was doing the cooking and I told him to stop being ridiculous. I informed him there was no way Mum was cooking, and that he had to call Party Catering Melbourne.
My mother had a huge argument with me about the need for Catering Melbourne to cater for the party. She didn’t want to spend extra money when she was able to cook. I didn’t want to send my friends home from my party with food poisoning.