The backyard felt different today, a bittersweet contrast to the vibrant celebration we had just moments before. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the remnants of Charlie's birthday party. Balloons fluttered in the gentle breeze, empty plates scattered about, and the echoes of laughter still lingered in the air like a soft memory. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of anticipation settle heavily on my chest.
Charlie was buzzing with excitement, blissfully unaware of the emotional storm brewing within me. He darted around the yard, his laughter ringing out like music as he played with his friends. I had gathered his family: my parents, Theo, and even Ram for this moment. Each face in the small crowd represented a piece of our complicated puzzle, yet it felt like
