Called back inside
A relative waved us back inside after peeking out. Hey everyone, are you coming? He called, “Speeches are starting again.” Despite exchanging nervous looks, we followed without saying anything. It was as if we were being pulled down by weights in the hall. The sense that more was left hanging was difficult to get rid of. We felt as though we were in a bubble once we were inside, with each step reflecting the decisions we made.
Called Back Inside
Glass meets toast
Dad stood at the front, ready to try again, his glass high. I firmly grasped my husband’s hand, anticipating what would happen next. Across the room, a pin dropped as Dad started talking into the microphone. Everyone watched, anticipating his next move. He looked at me with a combination of resolve and something I couldn’t identify.
Glass Meets Toast
