of a long, arduous journey for both of us.
For the past two months, I had meticulously saved every spare pound to ensure this celebration was nothing short of a dream. I had bypassed my morning coffee runs, skipped takeout lunches, and ignored every small indulgence for myself. Every extra coin was a brick in the foundation of this day, because all Norah had asked for was a princess cake, five flickering candles, and her family gathered to sing her name. I had promised her exactly that, and seeing her
