So as I walked down the aisle and clutched the bouquet, thick green slime trailed down my wedding dress. So, her appearance at our celebration was met with surprise and dismay. Ignoring the uneasy glances Antonio and I shared at her arrival, my sister presented the boys with large, enticing boxes — all beautifully wrapped.
The twins’ eyes widened, eager to reveal the surprises hidden beneath the colorful wrapping paper. “Wow! Mom!
Look at these,
Dad!” Daniel exclaimed, his little hands tearing into the wrapping paper. “Can I open mine?” Colin chimed in, always the polite one. Antonio told the boys to go ahead.
“Quickly, boys,” I said. “Your friends are waiting in the basement!” As the gifts were opened with a quick “thank you,” genuine joy radiated from the boys. I thought that I was wrong.
Maybe this time, Kim had shown up for them, wanting to celebrate them. So, I invited her inside and conversed politely, hoping nothing unnecessary would happen. Soon, the joyful sounds of opening presents turned into exclamations of frustration and sad shrieks.
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