Roxie’s nerves were ablaze as several conflicting emotions ran amok through her. The park buzzed with laughter and the squeal of toddlers high on sugar under the bright afternoon sun. Blue and yellow balloons bobbed in the breeze, tied to benches and picnic tables.
A “Happy Birthday, Josiah!” banner hung crookedly between two trees, one end already sagging where the tape had given up. Kids darted across the grass, their energy endless despite them being at it for already an hour.
The smell of grilled chicken wings, baked potato wedges, and cupcakes filled the air.
Roxie stood near the folding table stacked with chips, fruit cups, and juice boxes, watching Josiah run after TJ with a plastic sword. His face glowed with joy, cheeks flushed, curls bouncing. He was having a good time, free,
