“We’re out of the Frosted Flakes,” he said. He sounded betrayed. “Mom. We’re out.”
“There’s Cheerios.”
“I don’t like Cheerios.”
“Then have toast.”
He sighed like I’d asked him to eat a live frog. He had toast.
None of them said happy birthday.
Not one.
By lunch, I’d gotten two emails.
One from a clothing store. Happy Birthday, Sophie! Here’s 20% off, just for you! One from a kitchen supply website. It’s your special day! Treat yourself!And a text from my dentist’s office. Happy Birthday from all of us at Bright Smile Dental! Don’t forget your cleaning on the 14th!
The dentist remembered.
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