twenty | a short story

She turned twenty and I baked her a cake.  A few days later, on her actual birthday, she went to Denver with her best friend and family.  They took her out to dinner for her birthday.  I was happy for her that she got to go with them.  It was a far better birthday than we could have given her this year because of schedules and such.  And I couldn’t have asked for a better substitute family with whom she could spend her special day.

e.beth birthday

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