The living room was decorated with white flowers and gold accents that reflected the light from elegant pendant lamps. Everything seemed to be taken from a magazine: impeccable tables, shining glasses and more than two hundred people waiting for the start of the ceremony.
From the parking lot, the place looked perfect. Luxurious. Untouchable.
I got out of my truck adjusting my dark gray suit, the one I had made especially for that day. In his hand he carried a white envelope with a check and a card. It was my gift for Andrés, my only son.
I walked to the entrance with a mixture of pride and excitement. It was their wedding. My son was getting married. Nothing could go wrong… or so he thought.
The moment that changed everything
Before I got to the registration table, I saw Andrés leave the room. Impeccable, smiling… until he saw me.
His expression changed in a second.
“Dad… what are you doing here?” He asked quietly, nervously.
I smiled, confused.
“What do you mean what am I doing here?” It’s your wedding. I’m your father.
Andrés looked around and took my arm, leading me to a secluded corner.
“Dad… I didn’t invite you.
I felt as if time stopped.
“What do you mean you didn’t invite me?” I said, my voice breaking. I’m your father.
“I know… but Valeria and I decided that this wedding is only for the family… And you’re no longer a part of ours.
His words were like a direct blow to the chest.
“What does that mean?”
“It means that his family doesn’t want you here. They are paying for everything… And you don’t fit in.
“You don’t fit in.”
That phrase resonated in my head.
An unexpected farewell
I stared at him. I saw the
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