Chapter 10 - The Sixth Birthday
Six months later.
It was a crisp, clear autumn afternoon in our new home in Dallas.
Our new house sat on a quiet, tree-lined street with a huge backyard filled with green grass, a wooden swing set, and a large oak tree where blue jays sang in the morning.
The backyard was filled with laughter, colorful balloons, and children running around playing tag.
It was Ethan’s sixth birthday.
My parents were sitting on the patio deck, sipping sweet tea with David’s parents, who had completely disowned Jennifer and embraced our fresh start with unconditional love.
Gavin—who had moved to Dallas to work at a local engineering firm—was helping Ethan build a giant rocket ship in the grass.
I stepped out onto the back porch carrying a large, beautiful birthday cake.
It was a vanilla strawberry shortcake, baked personally by me in our own kitchen, decorated with bright blue frosting and six tall yellow candles.
"Cake time!" David called out, gathering all the children around the picnic table.
Ethan ran over, his face flushed from playing, his eyes sparkling with pure, unbridled joy.
He sat at the head of the table, wearing a paper crown, looking at the glowing candles.
"Make a wish, Ethan!" my mother cheered.
Ethan closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and blew out all six candles in one powerful puff.
Everyone clapped and cheered.
I picked up the cake knife, cut the very first slice, and placed it onto a red paper plate.
I handed the plate to Ethan, kneeling beside his chair.
"Happy birthday, my brave boy," I whispered softly, smoothing his soft hair.
Ethan took a big bite of the cake, frosting smearing across his nose, and smiled at me with complete, unconditional trust.
"Mmm! This is the best cake ever, Mama!" he giggled.
I looked around the yard at my husband, my family, my healthy, thriving son, and the bright, endless sky above us.
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The storm was over. The dark was gone.
And our family was finally home.
