Birthday Cake

Part 1.

I was in Japan with my family. It had been so long since last time I was there. Now the most of the trains were replaced by monorails, and they were intertwined with the main highways. It was fascinating to see the monorails weaving through the highways filled with cars. The monorails looked like a roller coaster because the rails went over and under the roads. As I observed this new system, I waited for my train to come. When the train came, I realized that my family had left me and was alone. Did I neither have a cell phone nor know their phone number. I got on a southbound train, not knowing where to go. Knowing the language was the only thing I felt grateful for at the moment. Maybe after an hour or two of the monorail ride, I stepped out of the train. I was in Nagoya. There were so many people on the platform and I did not recognize anyone. Then, I heard a familiar voice calling my name. It was my dad. He asked me what I was doing there. I simply said that I was left alone and did not know where we were going. He laughed and said to follow him.

Part 2.

I was trying to make a birthday cake. It was going to be chocolate and to have three layers. I put the batter in the preheated oven and waited. I opened the oven to check on the cake. Smoke came out and I saw the cake sitting in the water in the cake pan. Somehow a ton of water came out of the cake, and it almost looked like the cake was floating in the boiling water. I threw away the cake in the garbage can, very angry. I tried it again, double checking all the ingredients. Everything was right. Again, I put the cake in the oven and waited. I was hoping that the cake would come out right this time. It was time to check on the cake again. The cake was sitting in the water just like before. I couldn't understand it. How could water come out of the cake so much? Frustrated, I made the batter for the third time. This time, I used a round cake pan, instead of a square one. I put it in the oven and waited. This time I came to check on the oven a little bit earlier than before to see what was happening with my cake. Now the cake was not only sitting in the water, but also was cut in half. I looked around in the kitchen and saw my dad sitting at the dining table. I asked him if he knew anything about the cake cut in half. He said that the cake didn't look so good and decided that I would not mind if he tasted it. He told me that cake taste just fine and kept on with his business.