I could barely breathe.
He took my hand.
Behind us, my parents stood frozen beside the box full of the nineteen years they had wasted.
When the music started, I leaned towards my grandfather and whispered:
—You were enough, grandpa. You always were.
And at that moment, I finally understood.
My parents had abandoned us.
But they had never managed to destroy us.
Because love isn't about people coming in dressed in expensive clothes and pretending they belong there.
Love is the person who stays when everyone else leaves.
Tell me honestly… did I humiliate my parents too much on my wedding day, or did they deserve to finally face all the years they abandoned us?
