Questioning the intentions
Some relatives spoke between themselves, and Grandpa inquired whether I had intended for the event to be private. His words were restrained, but full of real curiosity. ‘Did you mean to keep us in the dark?’ he asked, searching my eyes for the truth. A few heads nodded in agreement, waiting to hear my response. I sighed deeply, aware of the weight of their expectations. ‘No,’ I replied, intending to thoroughly explain my viewpoint.
Questioning The Intentions
Clarifying the situation
‘It wasn’t supposed to be a secret,’ I explained, looking each of them in the eyes. ‘I sent the invitations and even texted a reminder,’ I said, my voice trying to seem sincere. The room grew hushed, with every ear listening to my remarks. Aunt Sarah held my hand and offered silent support. My parents exchanged looks while processing what I was saying. I could see the perplexity and hurt, but also a glimmer of understanding beginning to appear.
Clarifying The Situation
