They genuinely believed he would help them without hesitation.
Because people like my parents spent their entire lives confusing kindness with weakness.
I learned that on my wedding day.
The reception hall glowed with warm golden lights and expensive floral arrangements while guests laughed softly over champagne glasses, pretending everything was beautiful and normal. I remember standing beside Jordan during the speeches thinking maybe—just maybe—my parents would behave for one night.
I should’ve known better.
My father stepped up to the microphone already smirking before he even spoke.
“To the happy couple,” he announced loudly. “May their children eventually grow tall enough to reach the dinner table.”
A few people laughed nervously.
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