“Look, the cake is here!” Violet said, smiling as she carefully carried it into the living room.
The boys’ eyes lit up with excitement. For Violet, they were everything—her whole world.
Her husband, Henry Carter, stood nearby, watching. Violet’s mother, Eleanor Brooks, stepped forward and lit the twelve candles, one for each year of life. The lights dimmed, and the room filled with the joyful chorus of Happy Birthday.
Everything felt perfect.Funeral & Bereavement
After the candles were blown out and wishes were made, the twins insisted their grandmother take the first slice of cake.
Moments later, everything changed.
“I don’t feel good, Mom…” Noah whispered, gasping for air.
Before Violet could react, he collapsed.
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