Blurred Edges

The birthday party was a success, by all indications. I had gone with Nora, who helped transport the pastries to the venue. We’d set up everything as soon as we arrived, and now I sat on a bench, watching the kids chase each other across the lawn, their laughter echoing in the warm afternoon air.

A smile tugged at my lips as I imagined hosting parties like this for my own child in a few years. I