Every holiday was special, with small gifts to represent the tradition’s heritage even if it wasn’t theirs, but this year her mother gave her a claddagh ring.
It looked expensive and old.
Sarah smiled curiously as she slipped it on and looked into her mother’s brimming eyes.
Thanks but this seems like too much, she said, we’re not even Irish.
Her mother sighed heavily, unable to meet her daughter's eyes and said, we’re not but you are.
It’s time I told you, she admitted to a stunned Sarah, that you real father is Irish, so happy St. Patrick’s Day and don’t tell your dad.