“It’s my birthday!” Master Gooway responded smiling down at Joseph.
“Wait!” Joseph suddenly became concerned, “Is it your sixtieth birthday?”
“Yep!” Gooway’s smile didn’t flinch.
“Didn’t you say you would die the day you turned sixty?” Joseph asked.
Master Gooway stared at Joseph then looked up at the cars passing by, “I want to go get a cake.” he finally said. So they went to get a cake.
Mr. Po?! I didn’t know you worked at the cake store Joseph exclaimed.
“I may look like just another innocent old man but there are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Mr. Po responded. Silence followed.
Then a lady walking by, paused, and said to the trio, “you guys are the cutest looking family.”
Joseph, confused, started to say, “we’re not rela-”
Master Gooway cut him off, “Mr. Po you should come to the park with us.” So they went to the park.
“I thought you were going to die on your sixtieth birthday Master Gooway,” Joseph anxiously said mid-bite.
“I thought I was too but then,” he paused to look at Mr. Po, “I realized I was not chained to my family history. I write my own script.”
