My mom’s 45th birthday was meant to be simple—home-cooked food, all of us gathered together, the kind of evening she had spent years creating for everyone else. She never asked for much, just for us to be present. My dad stood at the head of the table holding a folder wrapped with a ribbon, and at first, it looked like …
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