The Day My Father Demanded the Impossible — And My Mother Finally Found Her Voice

My father’s voice filled the space before I could even speak. “James, your sister’s wedding is in two weeks. You will be there.”

For a moment, I thought he was joking.

“Dad,” I said slowly, “I can’t even sit up. My legs are in casts.”

He crossed his arms, his tone cold and sharp. “You always make excuses. Don’t you dare embarrass this family by skipping your sister’s big day.”

I stared at him in disbelief. My chest tightened. Not once did he ask how I was feeling. Not one word of concern about the crash that nearly ended my life.

Beside him, my mother stood silent, clutching her handbag as if it were her only defense.

“Dad, please,” I said. “I physically can’t go. The doctors—”

“Enough,” he barked, cutting me off. “You’ve been selfish your whole life. You’ll be there, one way or another.”

His voice thundered through the sterile room. My pulse raced. I felt like a child again — small, cornered, terrified.

Then he leaned closer, his shadow falling over my face. “If I have to drag you there myself, I will. Don’t test me, James.”

Something inside me broke. “Stop!” I cried, my voice shaking. The heart monitor beside me began to beep faster, matching my panic.

And then, just when I thought no one would defend me — my mother stepped forward.

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