I thought my daughter’s sixteenth birthday dinner was going perfectly until my ex-husband made a cruel comment about her stepdad. Instead of arguing, she left the room and returned with something that made him go pale.
At my daughter’s sixteenth birthday, her biological father told my husband that a stepdad could never love a child like his own. Lily didn’t argue. She went to the hall closet and returned with a book she’d been hiding for weeks.
Earlier that evening, our biggest problem had been a birthday cake that refused to stand straight.
She’d insisted that Matt bake her cake, despite knowing he was terrible at it.
“Tell me that isn’t leaning,” I said.
Matt crouched beside the kitchen counter and studied his work.
“It’s a design choice.”
“It’s leaning toward the door,” Lily said. “Is it trying to escape?”
“Sixteen candles are a lot of responsibility,” Matt replied.
Lily laughed so hard she nearly dropped the paper plates.
At six, she came downstairs wearing a blue dress and sneakers.
She’d insisted that Matt bake her cake, despite knowing he was terrible at it.
Matt had entered our lives when Lily was ten. He’d taught himself to braid her hair, driven her to early rehearsals, and sat through school concerts that seemed to last forever.
He also misplaced permission slips and thought pancakes could fix almost anything.
At six, she came downstairs wearing a blue dress and sneakers.
“Everybody can behave for one dinner, right?”
“Are we doing the family photo before dinner?” she asked.
“After,” I said. “Kevin isn’t here yet.”
“Everybody can behave for one dinner, right?”
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