Murphy’s Law always applies to my son’s birthday. So, when our twins’ sixth birthday arrived, I wasn’t surprised by the storm clouds gathering.
My husband, Antonio, and I had planned a pirate-themed party for Colin and Daniel. Everything was going well until the doorbell rang. There stood my sister, Kim—uninvited but smiling.
Kim, the family prankster, had a history of going too far. I still remembered my wedding day, when she left green slime on my dress. So, her arrival wasn’t exactly welcomed.
Ignoring our apprehension, she handed the boys large, beautifully wrapped gifts. Their eyes widened with excitement as they tore through the paper.
Then came the cries of disappointment.
“These boxes are empty!” Daniel sniffled.
Kim burst into laughter. “It’s just a joke, Miranda. Lighten up!”
Antonio led the boys back to their friends while I ushered Kim out. As she reached her car, a passing vehicle drenched her in rainwater.
Later, a text appeared on my phone: “Sorry.”
Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of Kim’s change. But for now, I’d keep my kids away from her.
