My In-Laws Tried to Kick My Dad out of Our Wedding Because He Was a Sanitation Worker – but His Speech Silenced the Whole Room

One day she was there; the next she was in the hospital, and then she was gone. No warning. No time to prepare.

After that, it was just my dad and me in a small two-bedroom apartment on the south side of town.

The kind of place where the radiator clanked in winter and the windows stuck in summer. But the rent was stable, and we made it work.

We didn’t have much, but we always had enough.

The heat stayed on. The lights worked.

There was always food; sometimes just pasta and butter, sometimes scrambled eggs for dinner. But there was always something.

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