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On Her 7th Birthday, My Daughter Blew Out the Candles on Her Cake and Said, 'I Wish Dad Never Leaves Me for His New Baby'

Roshanak Hannani
Dec 18, 2024
01:14 P.M.

My daughter's seventh birthday was supposed to be a day of celebration until she blew out her birthday candles and wished for something that silenced the room. Moments later, she revealed what she'd found in her dad's briefcase and left us all reeling.

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I'm Marilyn, and my husband, Bruce, and I were so excited about our daughter Joyce's seventh birthday. We wanted to make it a special day everyone would remember.

Girl in a pink dress at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Girl in a pink dress at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

I put a lot of effort into planning the party, which we were hosting in our backyard. I ordered a large pink cake adorned with seven candles and decorated every possible area with festive balloons.

Yet as I moved around, greeting everyone and making sure the kids had snacks, both inside the house and outside in the yard, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

Kids at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Kids at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

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Joyce, my sweet little girl who normally lit up any room, had been unusually quiet all afternoon. Even as her friends arrived and excitement filled the air, she stayed close to me.

Her glittery princess dress sparkled under the light, but her face was subdued. At one point, when the party was in full swing, I knelt beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Worried woman kneeling at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Worried woman kneeling at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

"Sweetheart, what's wrong? Don't you want to play with your friends?"

She shrugged, her eyes darting away. "I guess."

"Are you nervous about all the people?" I asked. "It's okay to feel a little shy."

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"I'm fine, Mommy," she mumbled.

Bruce, my husband, appeared then with his usual easygoing grin in place. "Pumpkin, come help me get a game of tag going," he said, clapping his hands together. "We need the birthday girl to truly have fun!"

Man smiling at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Man smiling at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Joyce hesitated but nodded. For a moment, she seemed distracted, but the serious look in her eyes didn't vanish.

I tried not to let my worry show as more guests arrived. Both sets of grandparents appeared. My mom fussed over the food in the kitchen, and Harold, Bruce's dad, laughed heartily with some of the other adults.

My daughter's friends had just finished a round of tag and were laughing, but my girl was once again subdued. Her dad's game hadn't worked to uplift her mood, so I had an idea.

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Sad girl at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Sad girl at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

"Joyce, let's open some presents!" I called out, waving her over.

She nodded and walked slowly to the table where the gifts were stacked. The guests gathered around, their conversations fading as she began to unwrap the first box.

It was a dollhouse from my parents, complete with miniature furniture. "Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa," she said softly, setting it aside.

A dollhouse on a table with presents at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

A dollhouse on a table with presents at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

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Next came a fluffy unicorn from Bruce's parents, which earned a polite "Thanks," but no real excitement. Gift after gift, her reaction was the same: polite, reserved, almost mechanical.

I kept smiling, encouraging her, but inside, I was starting to panic.

When she finished, I clasped my hands together and tried to sound peppy. "Alright, everyone, time for cake!"

Woman clasping her hands together at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Woman clasping her hands together at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

The kids cheered as we brought out the cake. Joyce climbed onto a chair at the head of the table and finally smiled at the seven candles flickering.

My heart eased somewhat as people started singing "Happy Birthday."

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Bruce stood beside me, his arm brushing against mine, while I held up my camera to capture the moment after she blew out her candles.

"Make it a good one, sweetheart," I said just as the song was ending.

Woman holding a camera and smiling at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Woman holding a camera and smiling at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

My daughter blew out her candles and before people could cheer, she uttered her wish loudly, "I wish Dad never leaves me for his new baby."

The world froze. An earthquake could've rocked our town, and none of us would have noticed.

I only snapped out of my stupor because Bruce exhaled loudly beside me. Glancing up, I noticed his smile was gone, and his face had paled. But my attention went back to my daughter, who reached into her pocket and offered me something.

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Shocked man at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Shocked man at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

"I found this in Dad's briefcase," she said, biting her lip.

My hands wrapped around a small, pink pacifier with a note tied to it. "You'll become a dad soon," it read in neat handwriting.

I stared at the item while my mind tried to make sense of this situation. Slowly, I turned back to Bruce, who avoided my gaze, guilt evident in his eyes.

"What is this?" I asked, holding up the pacifier. "Bruce, what does this mean?"

Bruce opened his mouth, but no words came out. He looked at me, then at Joyce, and back at me again. "It's not what you think," he finally muttered.

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Worried man at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Worried man at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

"Then explain it," I snapped, struggling not to yell. "Why does our daughter think you're leaving us for another baby? And why was this in your briefcase?"

Joyce's lower lip quivered as she looked between us. "Please Daddy," she begged, her lip quivering. "I wished it, so you can't leave us now."

I knelt beside her and pulled her into a hug. "Don't worry, sweetheart," I said firmly, stroking her hair. "Daddy's not leaving us. We're going to figure this out, okay?"

Woman hugging a girl while kneeling at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Woman hugging a girl while kneeling at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

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Everyone was still staring, so I gestured to my mother. She understood and took Joyce aside, encouraging everyone to get the party going again. Meanwhile, Bruce and I slipped off to our room.

Once inside, he sighed and sank into our bed, his shoulders slumping. "I didn't know Joyce had found that," he said, shaking his head. "I never wanted you to find out like this."

Man with his hands up sitting on a bed in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Man with his hands up sitting on a bed in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

"Find out what?" I demanded, crossing my arms and pacing around the room. "Start talking, Bruce."

He hesitated once. "The pacifier belonged to an employee at work," he began. "A woman named Claire. She passed away recently, and she was pregnant, it seems."

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I frowned. "What does that have to do with this?" I held up the pacifier again.

Bruce looked away, and I felt a knot form in my stomach.

Worried woman holding a pacifier in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Worried woman holding a pacifier in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

"When she died, I had to go through her desk and fill a box with her things. I found the pacifier and the note. It was meant for her husband, I think," he confessed, rubbing his neck. "I guess she was going to surprise him with the news. But when I saw it, I didn't know what to do. He came in later that day to pick up the box. Honey, he was so devastated. I just couldn't bring myself to give it to him, to make everything worse. So… I kept it."

I slumped on the bed next to him, exhaling loudly. "Are you serious? Why would you—" I paused, rubbing my eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

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Tired woman sitting on a bed in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Tired woman sitting on a bed in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Bruce glanced at my face. "I didn't want you to misunderstand. I didn't want you to think there was something inappropriate going on between Claire and me. I thought I could figure out the right time to give it to him, but it's been days, and I feel so bad about taking it."

I nodded, understanding better now. I reached up to wrap an arm around him, and we stayed silent for several minutes.

"I handled everything wrong, but the last thing I expected was Joyce finding it and misinterpreting it like she did," Bruce said. "She's smarter than I gave her credit for."

Sad man sitting on a bed in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Sad man sitting on a bed in a bedroom | Source: Midjourney

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"She is," I agreed, smiling and standing. "So let's go out there and explain everything to her."

***

"Sweetheart, Daddy's not going anywhere," I said softly, after cornering my daughter in the backyard for a second. "He was just trying to help someone, but he made a mistake. We're going to be okay."

Joyce still looked worried. "He's not leaving us for another baby?" she asked.

Woman hugging a girl close in a backyard | Source: Midjourney

Woman hugging a girl close in a backyard | Source: Midjourney

"No, kiddo," Bruce added. "There's no other baby, and I shouldn't have kept the pacifier in my briefcase. I'm going to return it now."

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"Now, will you enjoy the rest of your party?" I asked, hopeful.

A tentative but truly genuine smile broke over her face as she nodded. A second later, she ran off to her friends, who luckily seemed unfazed by the issue with the pacifier.

Happy girl with other kids at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

Happy girl with other kids at a backyard birthday party | Source: Midjourney

The adults were a whole other story, so we had to discreetly clarify the situation to everyone. Bruce apologized, and even his father scolded him for taking the pacifier.

"Son, that man needs to know about this, even if it hurts him more," he insisted, frowning. "It's simply not your secret to keep."

My husband nodded seriously and promised to rectify everything the following Monday.

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After all the adults were told, the party continued. Luckily, my daughter's lighter mood made everything better, so her birthday didn't turn into a complete scandal. We will certainly always remember it, though.

Happy woman smiling at a backyard party | Source: Midjourney

Happy woman smiling at a backyard party | Source: Midjourney

By the time everyone left, I was drained.

Joyce fell straight asleep in her dress, surrounded by her presents. As I changed her into pajamas, I thought about having a talk with her the next day about rummaging through our things. But I wasn't worried. She was a quick learner.

When I went back to our bedroom, I found Bruce staring at the pink pacifier clutched in his hand. I realized then that he was the one who learned a lesson about rummaging and taking people's things.

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Surprised man holding a pink pacifier | Source: Midjourney

Surprised man holding a pink pacifier | Source: Midjourney

It was a harsh situation, and I felt terrible for the family who had lost their future. Later that night, I held my husband tightly, telling him everything would be alright when he rectified his mistake and apologized.

Here's another story: When my 5-year-old daughter, Lily, handed me the letter she'd written to Santa, I expected toys and gadgets. But her last wish made my stomach drop. It wasn't about her. It was about her grandma and my husband. Her innocent words left me questioning my marriage and wondering what was happening behind my back.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided "as is," and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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