“I saw Grandma take Sophie’s dress last night. I thought she was just ironing it.” Wendy denied it, of course, but her face said enough. Without hesitation, Liza unzipped her own gown and handed it to Sophie. “We’re sisters,” she said. “This is what sisters do.” Wendy was furious. David stood by his daughters and told his mother that if she couldn’t accept both girls,
then she wouldn’t be part of our lives. Sophie didn’t win the pageant — she placed second — but the pride in her eyes meant more than any crown. Wendy left before the ceremony ended and didn’t speak to us for months. When she finally reached out, she brought two identical gift bags — one for each girl. It wasn’t an apology, but maybe it was her first step toward understanding. Because in our house, love makes a family — not DNA.
