He made it clear that anyone who couldn’t accept that had no place in our home. Helen left, and the house fell quiet, but James knelt beside Sophie, assuring her that she was loved and protected. In that moment, the meaning of family became stronger than ever.
Not long after, James returned from a quick trip out, carrying a new bakery cake and a bundle of balloons.
Sophie’s eyes lit up again as we relit the candles and sang together. The replacement cake was different from mine, but it carried the same love and care that truly mattered. Later that night, after Sophie fell asleep, James held my hand and promised that nothing would ever shake our family.
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