Okay, so, I told my best friend that all I wanted for my birthday was a cake and a card from my parents with the right pronouns/name on it. So, today, she tells me to meet her in the little table area at the back of the corner store we always meet at. I walk back there, and there she is. My other three best friends jump out and yell surprise. On the table was the cake they made me, with my name on it, and a giant card. I love them so much.