“That’s not true, and you know it,” I replied, my voice a mix of frustration and hurt. “Her eczema isn’t contagious. It’s just dry skin! This is not fair to her, especially at a party. She’s just a kid and wants to have fun like everyone else.”

My sister crossed her arms, her expression unchanged, showing no sign of remorse or understanding. “I’m just being cautious. I don’t want to take any risks with all the children here.”

“At what cost?” I asked, gesturing towards my daughter, who was now sitting on a lounge chair, her face buried in her hands. My heart ached seeing her like this, excluded and embarrassed for something beyond her control.