The smell of fresh food filled the air, mixing with the sounds of laughter and clinking plates. The Chinese Buffet that was randomly picked for our breakfast destination was where the next memory was formed. Our table—packed with family and friends—was full. My cousin, sitting next to me, picked up a small dessert cake, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She wanted a picture, but the second she took a bite, something changed. Her smile wasn’t just for the camera anymore—it was real. She closed her eyes for a second, letting the layers melt on her tongue, savoring every bit of it. It was such a simple moment, but it felt like more. The kind of happiness you don’t plan, the kind that just happens when you’re surrounded by good food and the people you love. Looking back, it wasn’t just about the cake—it was about the memory, the warmth, the pure joy of being there, together.