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My Daughter Wouldn’t Speak to Me for Years, Until I Found the Birthday Card She Never Sent
For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
Brad stood by the sink, drying his hands with a towel so worn it looked like it had lived through a hundred family dinners. He noticed the extra plate.
I didn’t answer. I just nodded, my eyes on the place setting. The table looked too perfect.
Meatloaf sat steaming in the center, the smell warm and familiar.
The mashed potatoes were fluffed just right, with little pats of butter melting in the middle like yellow stars. And there it was—my birthday cake.
