He was there in every step.
When we reached the front, Nathan turned toward Daniel.
“You take care of her,” he said.
Daniel’s eyes filled with tears.
“I will.”
Then Nathan turned to me.
“Dad’s job done.”
I laughed through my tears.
“Yes, Nathan.”
He walked to his seat.
The ceremony continued.
But Margaret sat completely still.
She had expected Nathan to ruin the photographs.
She had expected people to stare.
She had expected the wedding to become a spectacle.
Instead, people were crying.
Not because Nathan was different.
Because everyone understood exactly what that moment meant.
But Margaret still didn’t know what I had asked the photographer to do.
After the ceremony, we took family photographs.
Then the photographer approached me.
“It’s time.”
I nodded.
She turned toward the guests.
“Before we finish, I have one more photograph.”
She asked everyone to move aside.
Then she brought out an old wooden chair.
I recognized it immediately.
It had belonged to Dad.
My mother had brought it from home that morning.
The photographer placed it in the center of the room.
Then she asked Nathan to sit beside it.
Margaret frowned.
I walked over and stood beside Nathan.
The photographer raised her camera.
