One day, Joey told me he had planned the entire party for Anna. I was moved by his thoughtfulness. But when the day arrived, Anna coldly told Joey he wasn’t welcome, claiming he wasn’t “family.” The words cut deep, and I stepped in, confronting Anna. She dismissed Joey’s kindness, and I realized how little she understood him,
Anger flared within me. I told Anna she needed to leave, refusing to let her treat my son that way. She left in a huff, and I stood by my decision. Joey, unsure if he’d done something wrong, needed reassurance. I hugged him tightly, telling him he did everything right and that I was proud of him. Together, we would be okay.