MY MOM CANCELED MY DAUGHTER’S GRADUATION CELEBRATION FOR MY SISTER’S GENDER REVEAL. “A NEW BABY IS MORE SPECIAL THAN GRADUATION!” SHE SNAPPED. MY DAUGHTER WAS DEVASTATED. I DIDN’T ARGUE. JUST CALLED THE VENUE OWNER—MY CLIENT OF 15 YEARS—AND SAID: “REMEMBER THAT? YOUR MOTHER JUST TRIED BOOKING. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE ME…” The invitation cards were already printed—cream paper, silver ink—stacked neatly on the kitchen counter in our home outside Irvine, California. My daughter kept touching them like