Melody, Queen of Harmony

This is Melody on her birthday. It's her turn to wear the birthday crown. The candles are simple to count. 

She has invited her closest friends from school to her celebration. They are ready to cut the cake, but first comes the Birthday Song—a tradition that always precedes the pleasure of slicing through the perfectly smooth whipped cream. 

The room is filled with the noise and laughter of the children. There's a sense that cakes and parties like this held a special excitement in the past, perhaps seventy years ago, when such occasions felt more precious and thrilling. 

I wonder about the relationships at Melody's party. Will these friends remain close into adulthood, perhaps even into their fifties? I have known people who grew up and married childhood friends or companions from their old neighbourhood. 

Their harmonicas are easy to recognize. However, the girl on the right, wearing a black bow, might have a harmonica or a party kazoo. A kazoo is a small wind instrument that buzzes when you hum into it. 

Finally, where are the plates? 
Forks are already sitting on the table, yet an adult will soon provide the tools to cut the cake and announce the feast to begin.

Unlike the youngsters, they know that eating with their bare hands is too childish for seven-year-olds; yet, we can definitely expect some mess on the table afterwards, as the kids are already gone, playing, laughing, and singing - being kids.