Of donuts, birthdays and coffee.

So, the boston cream donut, has been my favourite ever since I've been 1. Every holiday, every celebration is incomplete without a boston cream donut.

My birthday was shortly after Christmas, and no body knew what to get.
I'd see Mom and Sasha whisper, see me and shut up. I'm not stupid, okay? I know what it's about. Don't fret. I don't want a birthday party. My schedule was packed with a workload, and many other duties, chores, tasks.

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It was my birthday, and my family bought me presents: slippers, a sweater, an iPod touch.. yeah.. what every teenage girl would expect/want, right? Maybe. But not this one. I was glad they got me all these nice pretty things but it's not really what I wanted. I'd bet my Mom and siblings were confused as to why I wasn't jumping for joy.

Dad was the only one whose present I had yet to unpack. He was the only one who I thought understood me perfectly...

And I was right. When I ripped off the wrapping paper, it revealed this beautiful squarish box. Sat inside it a scrumptious boston cream donut.

I took that picture when my family and I went to Timmies at 11pm that night and stayed till 3am and ate and ate and ate. We laughed and laughed, over cups of coffee, hot chocolate, boston creams, timbits and chocolate chip cookies. Oh, those are wonderful; the chocolate chip cookies at Tim Hortons! *mouth waters*

Best birthday ever? I think so. No celebration is complete without Tim Hortons.

Whether you get a new job, or retire; whether you have a baby, or turn 78; whether it's just a new set of earrings or an aced test: it's all incomplete without Tim Hortons.

So, I conclude with the fact that remains, and always will: Timmies is my lifeline.
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