When I came home from a trip, I discovered my three-year-old daughter trembling with her hair completely shaved off. My mother-in-law looked at her coldly and said, “That’s how children learn not to take what isn’t theirs.” – Welcome

let her have her day.”

“It is this year.”

He wanted to respond.

He could not.

Farther down the hall, Diane raised her voice and guided the crowd toward the closed double doors of the dining room.

“Come on, everyone. You’re going to love this. Madison always sets a beautiful table. I taught her how.”

Someone laughed.

Someone else voiced approval.

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