What Peggy and dad did was unforgivable. You’re my mom, and you deserved to be there.”
So that’s what we did. We ordered pepperoni pizza, put on our pajamas, and watched the graduation video on her laptop.
When Zinnia’s name was called and she walked across the stage, I cheered and cried just like I would have in person. Peggy lost—for good. My daughter has no desire to see her and trust her ever again.
