Away from the crowd
We stepped back from the swirling people and the blazing lights. In a protective gesture, my husband’s hold on my hand became slightly tighter. We looked at Dad after locating a spot distant from the commotion. In an attempt to finish the conversation, I encouraged, “Say what you need to say, Dad.” As I waited to hear what would further ruin our evening, my heart raced.
Away From The Crowd
Hushed frustration
Despite its gentleness, Dad’s voice had depth. His eyes were full of despair as he remarked, “This isn’t how I pictured today.” His remarks threatened to ruin the party once more. My spouse moved next to me, attempting to maintain his composure. “Dad, we don’t want to fight.” Can’t we simply have fun tonight? Gently, he inquired. But Dad was determined to make things more uncomfortable.
Hushed Frustration
