A family photo
Grandma motioned us to come closer so she could take a picture of us all. With a determined expression on his face, Dad excused himself as we assembled. He said, “I’ll be right back,” and started for the podium. As he moved through the crowd, I watched, wondering what he was doing but dismissing it. Grandma attempted to orient everyone in the meanwhile, serving as a lighthearted reminder that the evening was moving quickly.
A Family Photo
Shifting atmosphere
When Dad cleared his throat at the platform, the bustling atmosphere in the room changed a little. Whispered queries replaced the conversation. His eyes darted throughout the crowd and landed on me. As individuals exchanged doubtful looks, wondering what would happen next, whispers began to spread. I was a little confused, not quite sure why Dad had picked this particular time.
Shifting Atmosphere
