“I Bought My Daughter the Cake She’d Dreamed About for Weeks — and That Was the Last Normal Moment”

My daughter had just turned thirteen, and I’d spent my entire Friday lunch break driving across town to pick up the galaxy cake she’d circled in the bakery catalog three weeks ago. Dark blue frosting swirled with purple, tiny edible sugar stars scattered across the surface like distant suns, and a silver metallic “13” topper that caught the light just continue reading …