And Margaret’s constant habit of whispering to Lily that “Mommy is too strict” every time I told her no.
Still…
It was Lily’s birthday.
I refused to let old family drama steal that from her.
“Go ahead,” I told her with a smile.
“Open it.”
She tore through the wrapping paper with pure excitement.
Seconds later, she pulled out the teddy bear and immediately wrapped both arms around it.
It was adorable.
Soft brown fur.