Instead, he spoke with steady calm. He said that if their presence had caused any unease, they were prepared to quietly excuse themselves. Then he added that before leaving, they wished to present their wedding gift.
My parents walked to the front together, hands clasped, facing the room with quiet dignity. Every conversation stopped. Even Evelyn’s confident posture softened as attention shifted away from her and toward them.
My father explained that they had lived modestly for years, carefully saving and sacrificing small comforts along the way.
He spoke about wanting to give Mark and me a strong beginning, something lasting that could support our future. My mother stood beside him, her voice gentle as she said that love does not need grand announcements; it simply gives what it can. Then my father revealed that their gift was a small apartment they had purchased for us — a place we could call our own.
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