“Oh, don’t worry yourselves,” she said.
“It wouldn’t make much difference anyway. I want a grand wedding for my son. Not some cheap, average ceremony!”
Howerver, watching my father stand there with quiet dignity, I realized something felt off.
“I never thought I’d say this,” Daniel murmured, “but I can’t wait to see what your dad does next.”
Daniel had squeezed my hand then too, whispering, “She’ll love you once she gets to know you.”
I’d tried so hard to win her approval.
That night, Daniel found me packing my bags. “I can’t do this anymore,” I sobbed.
“I’m not good enough for your world… for your mother.”
He took my face in his hands, his eyes fierce. “You’re my world. The rest is just noise.”
“I don’t care what they think,” Daniel shot back. “And if you can’t support us, you don’t have to come either.”
Now, back to the wedding…
“First, to my Katie. Your mother and I have always taught you that a person’s worth isn’t measured by their bank account, but by their heart.”
“We were going to wait until after the wedding, but given the… current situation, this feels like the perfect moment.”
My breath caught as he withdrew a key and a folded document.
“You see, Rosie, while you were busy planning this lovely party, Susan and I were planning for their future. We’ve been saving since the day Katie was born. Extra shifts at the garage, Sue working summers, pinching every penny we could. And today, we’re giving them the DEED to their first home.”
“A house?” I whispered, tears finally spilling over. “Dad, you didn’t…”
“We did,” “Every birthday when you asked why we couldn’t afford those fancy parties like your friends had? This is why. Every Christmas when we gave you books instead of the latest gadgets? This is why.”