“Mommy! Mommy! It’s my birthday!”
The little girl hopped out of her foster mother’s van and ran to her biological mom, curls bouncing behind her. Her mom embraced her and gave her a kiss.
“I know baby girl. Happy birthday!” The little girl squirmed out of her arms and marched inside to her dad.
“It’s my birthday! It’s my birthday! I’m going to get presents! I’m going to get cake!” she sang.
“Oh…I don’t think we have cake today,” her mom trailed off. “But you do have presents!”
The little girl stopped marching. She planted her fists on her hips and rolled her eyes.