The afternoon started like any other family gathering.
My father had invited everyone over for a backyard cookout. The weather was warm, the grill was going, and the children were running around the yard with water toys.
My three-year-old daughter, Ariel, was having the time of her life.
Then, in the middle of all the noise and laughter, she suddenly stopped.
She pointed toward my stepmother, Clara.
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