As Chloe and I walked away from the house, a strange sense of liberation washed over me. The evening air was cool, a gentle breeze wrapping around us like a comforting embrace. Chloe’s small hand in mine felt like an anchor, grounding me in the resolve I had just discovered within myself.
“Mom,” Chloe finally whispered, her voice timid and unsure, “did I do something wrong?”I stopped and kneeled down to her level, looking into her eyes—the same bright blue as mine. “No, sweetheart,” I assured her softly. “You did everything perfectly. It’s not about the cupcakes, it’s about how some people can’t see the beauty in trying.”
