He sent uncles and cousins to “talk sense” into me. He called the hospital, demanding I be discharged early. He even threatened to cut me off financially — though I hadn’t relied on him in years.
Each attempt left me more anxious, but my mother’s visits gave me strength. She came every day, bringing home-cooked meals and quiet reassurance.
“I wish you could be there,” she said softly. “But if you can’t, it’s okay. Don’t let Dad make you feel guilty.”
Her kindness was a balm. But I knew the storm was far from over. My father’s pride was the kind that wouldn’t rest until he got his way.
The Wedding Day
On the morning of Emily’s wedding, I woke to soft knocking. When the door opened, my jaw dropped.Continue reading…
