"I'm going skating," she announces authoritatively before leaving without waiting for a response.
"Please, Blake, let's try to make this more enjoyable," I asked, but she says nothing and just drinks the drink the waiter just served him.
Suddenly, there's a commotion at the rink. A bad feeling hits me, and I immediately get up to see what's going on.
When I arrive, the scene sends a chill down my spine: Michelle is standing, trying to calm two girls who are crying uncontrollably.
"She pushed me!" Candace shouts between sobs, her face flushed with anger and tears.
"That's not true, she pushed me!" the other girl cried back, her voice also broken by crying.
"What's going on here?" I ask, approaching my daughter, who runs to seek refuge in my arms.
"She pushed me, but Mom defended her!
