Kaye sat there quietly, head down, clutching the hem of my dress, trying so hard not to let her disappointment show. In that instant, I realized this wasn’t an oversight. It was deliberate disrespect.
My heart pounded. I stood up, walked straight to my car, grabbed the stack of carefully chosen, personalized gifts I’d spent weeks preparing for everyone, slammed them down on the table, looked them all dead in the eye, and said calmly but firmly, “From now on, none of you will get a single thing from me again.”
The entire backyard went dead silent. Forks froze midair.
