“Do you know the date?” Joseph asked Gooway.
“Yes!” Gooway responded, “It’s my sixtieth birthday.”
“Didn’t you say you’d die the day you turned sixty?” Joseph asked worriedly.
It took Gooway a second to respond. He looked out to the street, then up to Joseph.
“I want to get a cake.” He said finally.
Gooway and Joseph then set out to find a birthday cake. When they arrived at the local bakery, the a familiar voice called out to the pair.
“Joseph, Master Gooway, how are you doing today!” He called out while pulling a cake out of the oven.
“Mr. Po!” Joseph exclaimed, “You work at the bakery? I didn’t even know you left the house!”
“Yes of course, I work at the bakery 3 days a week.” PO responded calmly, “There are a lot of things you have left to learn about me.”
After buying a cake and sitting down to eat a slice, a woman walked past the pair and called out, “You two are such a cute family, happy birthday!”
Joseph began to call back, “Thanks, but we’re not rela-”
Gooway cut him off, “Joseph, Po, lets go to the park.”
At Yelsnag, the trio shared the double chocolate cake on a bench admiring the clear blue sky.
“I thought you said you were gonna die on your 60th.” Joseph said quietly.
“Me too son.” Gooway said, “For a long while. But since arriving here at Pointe Place I realized I’m not chained to my family history. I have something to live for. I write my own script.”
