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grandmother so that makes you her great–granddaughter.”
    She pulled her gaze away from them and looked at me, her mouth open with shock. “She’s your grandma?”
    “Yep, that's my grandma, but do you know what’s the best part?” She shook her head eagerly. “They're all here waiting to meet you. They’re gonna love you so much. They’re your family.” I shifted the car into park. 
    “Okay.” She nodded and reached for the door handle. I escorted Lyra out of my car and up the cobblestone path.
    My mother gasped, her hands over her heart as she looked at Lyra. They had seen pictures of her before but hadn’t had the opportunity to meet her until now. 
    I looked down at Lyra. Her little hand gripped my finger. “Lyra, do you think you could go give Grandma a big hug? She looks like she's very excited to see you.” You—the child I fathered, the child who loved everything, the child who had a heart of gold .
    She released my hand and sprinted into her grandmother's arms.
    “Oh my goodness,” my mother said as Lyra’s little arms wrapped around her neck and my mother kissed the top of her head. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! Happy Birthday, my sweet little angel.”
    Mama walked over to them and gently patted Lyra’s back. She was too old to hold Lyra in her arms. Lyra reached over and hugged Mama. “Hi, I’m Lyra Skye Darcy, now Carter.” She beamed at them.
    “I’m Mama.”
    “And I’m your granny.”
    I leaned against the hood of my car watching their exchange. Pop walked over to where I stood and joined me. “You did good, kid.” He rested his hand on my shoulder.
    “Thanks, Dad,” I said. I was unable to pull my gaze away from Lyra who, in mere seconds, had found her way into my mother’s heart.
    My mother carried Lyra inside the house and we followed behind as she showed Lyra around. Lyra noticed the balloons and gifts that were set out for her on the dining room table.
    “Are these for me?” she asked innocently.
    Mama walked out of the kitchen, a small cake in her hands with four lit candles. “You can open your presents, but first you have to make a wish.” My mom pulled back a chair for her to kneel on.
    Lyra’s cheeks had to hurt from how wide her smile was. For the second time that day, people who loved her unconditionally sang Happy Birthday. Once the song was finished, Lyra’s wide smile had been replaced with a small frown.
    “What's the matter, Lyra?” I asked.
    “I already made my wish today,” she whispered. 
    When I envisioned myself having children, I never expected them to have to celebrate two birthdays, have two separate holidays or live in two separate homes. “It's okay, you can make two wishes.” I leaned over and kissed the top of her head. She inhaled all the air her lungs could take and blew out her candles.
    Once we were done eating cake and Lyra had opened all her presents, I walked her to her room. Though she had consumed an absurd amount of sugar, she was exhausted.
    “Is this my room?” she asked when I twisted the handle. 
    “For this weekend, yes.” I tickled the top of her head.
    “Granny and Pop Pop don't live here?”
    “No, princess.” I helped her out of her dress and into the pajamas Emilia had packed. “Granny, Mama, and Pop live in a different house far away from here. We're staying in this house just to celebrate your birthday.”
    “How come they didn't come to my other birthday party?” Her voice was drained from the excitement of the day.
    “Because, princess, it just doesn't work that way.” I pulled back the sheets for her to climb into bed.
    “I don't like that, Daddy.”
    “I don't either.” I kissed her forehead. 
    “Can you tell me a story?” Lyra asked, hugging the blankets closer to her chest.
    “I’m not really good with stories, but I can sing you a song. It's a song I've been working on just for you.” Stroking my fingers through her curly red hair, I began to sing.

    Y ou are the light in my