“My son, Timmy, needs a new tablet for school,” Karen said, clutching it to her chest.
“He cracked his screen last week. Lily won’t even know how to use this. She’ll just drool on it.”
“It is for Lily,” I said, stepping forward and snatching the box back.
My heart was hammering. “It is her birthday. It is her voice.”
“Don’t be so selfish,” Karen hissed, her face twisting into a scowl.
“Timmy is family. He’s actually smart. He has potential.
What does your kid need? She just sits there and stares at the wall.”
My father shuffled in from the porch, the screen door slamming behind him. “What’s the yelling?
My head is splitting.”
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