Baked Spaghetti Royale
I swear, it wasn’t because I was unpopular. (Or that’s what I would like to think)
One summer, I must have been in the fifth or sixth grade, I celebrated my birthday with a party. The downside of having your birthday in the summer months was that it always coincided with school holidays, which usually meant, only a handful of classmates could actually make it.
I never really thought it was a big thing until I was made painfully aware of this fact when, during this party, only three guests showed up.
Trissalicious 
