Chapter Nineteen
“We’ve got food,” I cheered as I entered the living room in front of Mason with my arms loaded with plates full of cake and ice cream and mixed nuts. Serving Sarah first, I set her treat on the TV tray beside her chair and manually placed the plastic fork in her hand. “Here you go, my lovely. I made sure you got the most frosting on your—” I gasped. “Oh, my God, we didn’t sing happy birthday and let you blow out the candles.”
“Sarah has too much trouble with candles,” Mason answered as he gave his mother a plate of food and then handed another to Leann. “We usually skip that part.”
“Oh. Well, we could still sing to her, couldn’t we?” Since Dawn looked too relaxed in her La-Z-Boy with the feet kicked up to organize a song, I began singing as I passed out snacks to Sorcha
