Despite the joy surrounding us, Evelyn’s absence loomed like a shadow. I couldn’t shake the image of Sophie, abandoned in the yard, rejected by someone who should have cherished her. I knew that confronting Evelyn again would be inevitable, but today wasn’t the day. Today was about surrounding Sophie with love and showing her that our family, our real family, was there for her.

As the afternoon sun began to set, we gathered everyone for cake and presents. Sophie sat on Michael’s lap, her eyes wide with anticipation. Each gift was met with genuine gratitude and hugs, her earlier sadness slowly replaced by the realization that she was cherished and belonged.

After the last present was unwrapped, Michael stood up, clearing his throat. “I want to thank everyone for being here, for making this day special for Sophie and me.” His gaze swept over the crowd, pausing for a moment as if searching for unspoken support. “Family isn’t just blood. It’s love, laughter, and acceptance. Thank you for being our family.”

There were murmurs of agreement and a ripple of applause, but it was Sophie’s voice that resonated the most. “You are my family,” she declared, her small voice filled with conviction.