“Daddy, are we not part of the family anymore?” she asked, her eyes wide with both curiosity and a hint of worry.
I knelt down to her level, smoothing her hair gently. “Lily, we are always family,” I assured her. “But sometimes, people don’t see things the way they should. And sometimes, we have to make choices for ourselves.”
She nodded, absorbing the words like a sponge. “Can I still give Grandma my card?”
