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Happiness radiated from her pure soul.
    The group of guests gathered around the table and Emilia stood on the other side of Lyra with Jeremy behind her. She gave Lyra a big kiss on the cheek and began singing Happy Birthday.
    I would no longer miss any birthdays.
    “Go on, sweetie, make a wish,” Emilia said to Lyra when the song ended. 
    Lyra tapped her little fingers on her lips, contemplating what her wish should be, then took a deep breath. She closed her eyes as she blew out the four little candles that sat on the top tier of the cake.
    “Okay, big smiles this way,” Jeremy’s sister said, holding a camera in our direction. I stepped out of the picture to let Emilia and Jeremy pose as a family.
    “No, Daddy, come in the picture, too.” Lyra reached out for me.
    I looked over at Emilia, who gave me a kind smile and nodded slowly. I shouldn't feel like I was imposing on them. She was my daughter, too.
    Jeremy's sister snapped the picture and Emilia began to cut the cake. I scooted around the table and headed into the living area. I sat on the couch, my hands folded in my lap and my head lowered as I stared at the white coffee table. I couldn’t help but feel like a misfit in Lyra’s life.
    I was brought back from my haze when Lyra charged at me and wrapped her arms around my head. She still had frosting on the side of her lips. “I'm ready for our slumber party!”
     I cocked my head to the side and looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Slumber party?” Then I remembered she was referring to my parents.
    “Yeah, Mommy said I get to meet Grandma.” She cupped my face with her little hands. “Can we go?”
    Cradling her in my arms, I stood and went to go look for Emilia. She was in Lyra’s room with an overnight bag in her hand. She walked over to Lyra and licked the icing off her face. “Did you say good–bye to your friends?” Emilia asked. Lyra nodded. “Did you say bye to Jeremy and Miss Colleen?” The question was for Lyra, but Emilia looked over at me. I tried not to chuckle. “Okay, come on, I'll walk you two out.”
    Jeremy stayed by the door as Emilia walked Lyra toward my car. She helped fasten her into her booster seat and shut the door. 
    “If you need anything, just call. There’s a list of emergency contacts in her bag. She might have a tummy ache from all the sweets, not to mention she might be very hyper from the sugar.” She took the overnight bag off her shoulder and handed it to me. 
    “Thanks for inviting me. It was nice.” I leaned forward to kiss her good–bye but stopped myself, and looked over her shoulder to where Jeremy stood on the top of the stairs. I nodded, saying good–bye.
    Walking around the car, I pulled my door open but stopped when Emilia turned back toward me. “Weston?” I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. She walked until her hand rested on the passenger car door. “Why didn’t you bring Chelsea?”
    “Why would I invite her? It wasn’t my party.”
    She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The words were barely a whisper as they escaped her lips, “Don't fall in love with Lyra’s teacher.”
    I chuckled and shook my head. We both knew Jeremy was far enough that he wouldn't hear us. I licked my lips and held her gaze for a few seconds before I responded, “Don't worry, babe. There is only one yellow gel.”
    I heard her gasp as I climbed into the car.
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    L yra and I sang along to the songs on the radio as we drove to Laguna Beach. She was the happiest kid I had ever seen. Maybe I was biased—she was my child after all, so of course she was perfect. I pulled my car into the driveway and noticed that my parents and my grandmother were waiting up for me. I looked at Lyra through the rearview mirror and noticed her staring at the house.
    “You see those people over there,” I said, lowering the radio. She nodded, her gaze glued out the window. “That's your grandma and grandpa, and the other one is Mama. She's my