Zaire **
After our heartfelt exchange, the room seemed to hum with even more warmth and excitement. Kyra was still clutching my hand, and I watched her finally let herself take it all in. She looked around at the balloons, the fairy lights, the pastel decorations, the sweet treats lined neatly on tables, and our friends and family all beaming at her.
"Okay, first game!" Bri announced, holding up a pink blindfold. "It's the classic diaper-changing relay... with a twist!"
Kyra laughed, a bright, free laugh that filled the room and shook away the last of her nerves. I grinned beside her, leaning down. "I don't know if I want to watch this," I teased, though I knew my eyes were shining with amusement.
The game began, everyone cheering, laughing, and sometimes erupting into playful groans a
