Jordyn handed Celeste the gift Trevor had prepared for her—but just as Celeste reached out, Jordyn pulled it back and clung to her hand coquettishly. "Mom, look at my gift first!"Celeste paused. "...Alright."She opened the box as Jordyn watched eagerly.Inside was a neatly framed oil painting. The person in the painting was her. In the lower right corner, a line of small words read: "To my Mom, happy birthday."Celeste felt her heart jolt as if struck. Her hand froze midair, gripping the frame.Jordyn shook her hand gently. "I painted it half a month ago! Do you like it, Mom?"Snapping out of her reverie, Celeste looked at her daughter's hopeful face. Her emotions were a tangled mess, but she answered honestly, "I love it. You're getting really good at painting, sweetheart."Hearing that, Jordyn's face lit up with pure joy. "If you like it, I'll paint another one for you next time!""...Okay."Satisfied, Jordyn finally stuffed Trevor's gift into her hand. "Mom, I have to go
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