“I need reinforcements.”
My son bounded in a second later.
He was already holding a crumpled list of names and plans.
“Mom, I want everyone there. The whole family, my friends from school, the neighbors. Everyone.”
“Everyone?”
“It’s my fifteenth birthday. It’s important.”
“I want everyone there.”
I watched his face light up the way it used to before the divorce.
“Then everyone it is.”👉 Read the Full Story
“Even Dad?”
The question landed like a stone in my chest.
“He’s still your father. Of course.”
My son nodded slowly.
“He’s still your father.”
“Okay. Thanks, Mom… Do you think he’ll actually come?”
I had no answer for that.
Jordan had missed out on a lot since he left us for his mistress.
“Let’s just send the invite and take it from there, okay?”
My son nodded.
