Tomorrow is my birthday

I will be seven years old tomorrow. My parents have been hyping my birthday. For me, birthday is the song, it's the cake, it's a candle, it's a moment where I'm the center of attention. It's presents, it's lots of treats. I know the song, and I'll get excited about it.

I've been trying to open the package in the hallway. I've pointed to the balloon stuck on the ceiling. I would like a cookie from the jar. You can help me, I'll find you, take you by the hand, and use your arm to point to these things that I want. You will help me, of course, because it's what you do.