My Daughter Cut Into Her Gender Reveal Cake and Burst Into Tears—Then the Baker Pulled Me Aside and Showed Me Why

Around eleven, the cake arrived.

Nora, the owner of Sweet Delights, carried it herself.

She was about Chloe’s age.

Dark hair twisted into a loose knot.

Flour still on one sleeve.

“Careful with the gate,” she said.

“This thing is heavier than it looks.”

I held it open.