I’ve been thinking about what happened all week. Last weekend, my daughter, Lily, turned eight, and it should have been a happy day. But things didn’t go as planned. They went worse. Much worse.Six months ago, we lost her dad. A terrible accident. Since then, it’s just been the two of us, trying to get through each day without breaking down. I wanted her birthday to be a bright spot in a hard year, something she could smile about again.I planned a party at home with her friends—nothing fancy, just cupcakes, games, a magician, and a bouncy castle in the backyard. It was meant to be small but full of love. But there was a problem.
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