When the quesadilla arrived, Brianna carefully began dividing it into three portions. The kids watched eagerly at first, but their smiles faded as they realized they’d be sharing. Lucy frowned and crossed her arms, her voice rising slightly as she said, “I want my own quesadilla, Mommy. Why do I always have to share?”
Adrian joined in, his expression clouded with disappointment. “It’s my birthday! I don’t want to share my treat. Can’t I just order something else?” he asked, his tone tinged with frustration. Brianna’s heart clenched as she looked at their expectant faces, wishing she could make their wishes come true.