While visiting my ex-wife’s house, I never expected a cookie sale to change everything.
But as I approached my kids’ little fundraising table, I had no idea I was about to face the most difficult and tear-jerking conversation of my life.
The sun was setting as I pulled into my ex-wife Goldie’s driveway, casting long shadows across the perfectly manicured lawn.
I’m Nathaniel, 38 years old, and this used to be my home too.
Now, it’s just another reminder of how much has changed…
Goldie and I split up eight months ago, but we’ve been trying our best to keep things civil for our kids, Sarah and Jack. They’re 7 and 5, just little ones really, caught in the middle of this mess we’ve made.
We’ve managed to co-parent without too much drama so far, you know? Taking turns for school pickups, coordinating weekend plans, the whole nine yards.
But man, nothing could’ve prepared me for what went down that evening.
I was swinging by to grab some documents I’d forgotten during my last visit. As I killed the engine, I spotted Sarah and Jack sitting out front, fundraising. They had a little table set up, loaded with cookies and an assortment of toys.
My heart swelled with pride.
Look at my kids, taking initiative!
I climbed out of the car, my knees creaking a bit. Getting old, I guess. I strolled over, ruffling Jack’s hair as I approached.
“Hey, what’s all this, champ?”
Sarah’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “We’re raising money for a special cause, Daddy!”
I grinned, reaching for my wallet. “Well, I can’t say no to that.
How much for a cookie?”
Jack held up three fingers. “Three dollars!”
I raised an eyebrow. “Three bucks for a cookie?
That’s some fancy baking you’ve got going on here.”
Sarah nodded solemnly. “It’s for something really important, Daddy.”
I was about to ask what this important cause was when I realized something was off. Goldie hadn’t come out to say hello.
That was weird. She usually pops out to at least wave, even if we’re not on the best terms.
I figured she must be tied up inside, so I decided to investigate myself.
“Be right back, kiddos,” I said, heading for the front door. “Save me a cookie, okay?”
I stepped into the house, hit by a wave of nostalgia.
The familiar scent of Goldie’s favorite candles… the sound of the old grandfather clock ticking away in the living room. It was like stepping back in time.
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