A few weeks before the wedding, Lisa decided it was time to talk to her father. One evening, during dinner, she mustered up her courage and informed her father that her name was not on the guest list.
“Dad, I wanted to talk to you about the wedding,” she began, looking at her plate and moving her fork through the spaghetti.
“Yes? What exactly is it, darling?” Edward asked. “Are you worried about the wedding, the expenses? If so, I have some savings that might be useful. After all, I saved them for you…”
“No, Dad! It’s just that,” Lisa paused for a moment, “Harrison and I are planning to have the wedding here in New York, but the problem is we’re having it in one of the biggest hotels in the city, and… I thought it would be better if you didn’t attend. You know, there would be way too many guests!”
In a flash, Edward’s smile vanished and he stared at Lisa, bewildered: “I—I don’t understand… What’s the problem?”
Lisa sighed and looked at him. “Listen, Dad, it’s just that… The guests will be exclusive, and they’re all businessmen and people from high society. Imagine a man in a wheelchair pushing his daughter down the aisle in front of them… I don’t know… It’s just weird.”
“A man in a wheelchair, is that weird?” Edward’s eyes began to glisten with unshed tears. He could hardly believe that Lisa had indirectly crossed him off the guest list. But he got the message. He forced a smile onto his face and hid his tears.
“That’s true, you’re right! After all, old age is catching up with me,” he said, pretending to laugh. “I might not be able to manage such a large gathering. It’s okay—it’s okay.”
