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

about it like that.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know if I agree with how you handled it, but… I get why you were pissed.”

It wasn’t a full apology, but it was acknowledgment. That mattered.

“Oliver needs boundaries,” I said. “Real ones. Not suggestions.”

“We’re working on it.”

“Good.”

We didn’t hug when we left, but we didn’t part angry either.

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