Underneath the card, she’d added a small plaque.
It says: “The love was always real. We just found out who it came from.”
They tried to leave us with nothing.
She walked out for a car and an island and a clean start.
She got her clean start.
And I got everything.
Six daughters. A house full of Sunday noise. A framed birthday card. And a front-row seat, for the rest of my life, to the six best people I have ever known.
She threw us away.
We turned out to be the treasure.
