Cassandra picked up the paper, smiling proudly. “Great job Honey. We’ll have to celebrate tonight.”
“Oh, can we go to Pizza Place?”
“Anywhere you want.”
Sandy squealed then skipped to her room.
Cassandra remained motionless. The smile felt frozen on her face and tears stung her eyes. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t fake it. That facsimile wasn’t her daughter and couldn’t replace her.