The Birthday Party Where My Mother’s Perfect Image Cracked

me. Not of building a life that’s real instead of perfect.”

I looked around the room at all the familiar faces. “If any of you believed what she posted, I hope you think twice before judging someone’s life from a Facebook comment.”

I took Sophie’s hand. “Come on, baby. Let’s go.”

As we walked toward the door, my father’s voice stopped me.

“Erica.”

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