JULIA
The sound of children's laughter filled the air. I glanced around the private resort, taking in the warm sunlight filtering through the trees.
It was what my parents paid for. I told them Andy would still appreciate a smaller party, but they insisted they make up for the times they lost with him.
Although I was hesitant, I still agreed in the end.
The decorations were simple but thoughtful—balloons shaped like race cars, tiny traffic cones scattered on the tables, and a racetrack cake resting on the dessert stand.
Since my parents paid for the venue, I prepared the food and decorations with Sarah. It was what I saved up for in the past few months. It might not seem like a lot, but for a struggling college student, I really tried my best to put the party all together.
Howe
