chapter one hundred and seventy-three

POV Olivia

Mother's Day

Finally. The long-awaited day has arrived. More than three hundred people confirmed their attendance. We had barely started, and people were already arriving in droves; David was getting ready to kick off the party. Peter was acting as the DJ. Everyone was here. There were so many people, but I felt confident despite that. The runway, which was supposed to be for airplane takeoffs and landings, turned into a real stage; everything looked so beautiful. Around the runway were giant letters spelling out "Happy Mother's Day." Lights on the ground. Everything was so bright.

The cheerleader performance was filled with some mothers, some we managed to find living on the streets. If it was in their favor and for them, what better than to have them dancing with us? Our costumes were all made by Aunt Anne; even though she was shaken up, she insisted on making them. I had to apologize to Sara, Ingrid, and Uncle Justin. In the end, everything worked out. Even Ingrid, who h