My Stepdaughter Locked Me out of the House – Then I Found Out Why

“It is now,” I said, looking at Lily through the window.

“It really is.”

He granted it without question.

Lily and I arrived at the airport together.

She’d packed my suitcase with clothes I’d forgotten I owned. Sundresses. Sandals.

A book I’d bought two years ago and never opened.

“How long have you been planning this?”

“Since my birthday last year.” She glanced at me. “I wanted to wait until I was 18 so you couldn’t say no.”

“I would’ve said no.”

“I know.” She grinned. “That’s why I locked you out!”

We checked in at the counter.

The woman smiled at us like we were just another mother and daughter taking a trip.

And maybe we were.

As we walked toward security, Lily squeezed my hand the way she used to when crossing busy streets.

I stopped walking and turned to face her fully. “And you’re mine.”

She hugged me one more time as we stepped into the security line together.

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