“No way!” Mason shouted.
Everyone began cheering.
Daniel hugged Dad. Mason rushed toward the car.
I looked at Ethan.
He was still holding the McDonald’s card.
Ten dollars.
My son had spent the previous year helping his grandfather mow the lawn, shovel snow, move furniture, clean the garage, and carry boxes whenever Dad called.
Mason rarely came over.
But everyone in our family understood the real reason.
Daniel had always been Dad’s favorite son.