I Won a Five-Star Island Vacation

off.

“Kid needs to get used to noise.”

Ethan nodded. “He can sleep anywhere. Don’t make everything about him.”

About him.

Our five-year-old child.

I took Leo to the smallest room at the back. It was still beautiful—soft bed, ocean print on the wall, little lanai with flowering plants—but I knew what it meant.

They took the view.

We took what remained.

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