Azalea
“So, does that sound okay?” Missy asked me. I could tell she was a bit nervous about her request, but I couldn’t imagine why.
“Of course! I would love to throw a party for both of you!” I told her with a giant smile. She came up to my office after lunch to talk to me about her birthday. She nervously asked me if Maddox could celebrate with her.
“And we can have strawberry cake?” she asked.
“Why don’t I make a cake for each of you? You hate strawberries, and there is no reason I can’t make you each one,” I suggested.
“No, no. That’s too much. Just a strawberry one,” she said adamantly. I smiled at my brilliant daughter. I knew she was using Maddox to lessen the attention that would be on her, but I was still proud of her for considering someone else.
“Alright,” I agreed, k
