Hey The bright side!
My daughter turned five last week. She was so excited, she told everyone at school that this was her birthday party. We invited ten kids, decorated the living room, prepared snacks, cake, balloons, the whole deal. She even picked out a princess dress and kept asking me, “Are they coming soon?” One of the parents said they would be late, but I wasn’t worried. Parties always start slow.
Five minutes into the game, there was only one kid there. My daughter stood at the window with her crown, peeked outside and asked, “Where are they?” I told her: “They will be here any minute.” But the late father canceled the trip at the last minute, and the rest never showed up. No texts, no calls, nothing.
I continued checking the door. She kept waiting. I sat there trying not to let her see how broken I was. It wasn’t just a Christmas that was ruined. This was her first real opportunity to spend time with her friends, to feel included, and to be part of the group she had been talking about all year. Instead, she was left alone, wondering why no one had come. That night, I discovered the truth. The other parents weren’t “busy” at all.
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