Even when money was tight, I baked cakes from scratch. The kids would crowd around the bowl and fight over who got to lick the spoon.
We’d hang paper decorations and play music too loud.
For a few hours, the worries disappeared.
I told myself that one day, when they were older, they would understand how much I had given.
Of course, they grew up.
Birthday cakes
They always do.
Sarah left first for college. Then Mark. Then Jason.
The twins followed.
Daniel, the youngest boy, moved across the country for his job.
And little Emily—my baby from the photo—became a teacher in another state.
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Suddenly the house that had once been so loud became very quiet.
Phone calls became shorter.
Visits became “maybe next month.”
But I told myself that was normal.
That was life.
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