It's my second birthday.
I'm sat up to the table in our kitchen, I think in a highchair.
It's dark, and Mum is lighting the candles on my Postman Pat birthday cake. Jess the Cat is peering through the window of the van.
The candle light is flickering. My dad and the next door neighbours are sat around the table smiling at me.
Their faces morph and change in the light of the candles.
I remember thinking they look like my dad and Danielle and Mark, but not really.
Then they sing, and the lights come on and we eat cake.