Mascots. A jumping castle. The kind of celebration I could never have afforded.
Standing there, watching it from the outside, I felt something snap inside me.
Not anger.
Not jealousy.
Just shame.
I left the bunny and the note at the front gate.
And I walked away without seeing my daughter.
That was the last time.
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