On my 73rd birthday, my husband brought a woman and two children and said in front of all our guests, ‘This is my second family. I’ve kept it a secret for 30 years.’ My two daughters froze, unable to believe what was happening in front of their eyes. But I just calmly smiled as if I had known all along, handed him a small box, and said, ‘I already knew. This is for you.’ His hands began to tremble as he opened the lid.

The morning of my seventy‑third birthday smelled of freshly brewed Ethiopian Yirgacheffe coffee and the petunias in my garden. I[…]

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