A woman doesn’t want her father to walk her down the aisle because she is embarrassed by his wheelchair. However, when she sees him on TV a few days before the wedding, she regrets her decision and changes her mind.
When Lisa Terrell’s mother died when she was just two years old, her father, Edward, took up her care. Caroline Terrell had died in a terrible hurricane that hit their town years ago, demolishing their home and leaving Edward in a wheelchair due to a severe injury.
Nonetheless, nothing could stop Edward from raising Lisa with love and giving her the finest of everything. He was a well-known journalist and began working remotely following his injury to provide for them.
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However, most people in Lisa’s life were unaware she had a father until he paid her a surprise visit at her school one day.
Lisa had always told her friends that her father was too busy to spend time with her, which is why he never attended school functions or parent meetings. However, the reality was that the invitations never made it to Edward since Lisa was embarrassed by him and didn’t want her friends to see him.
She adored him as a youngster, but as she grew up, the image of her father in a wheelchair mortified her and wrecked her relationship with him.
She was confused as she looked at the television and noticed her father sitting alongside the host.
Still, Edward never reneged on his duties. He was always there for his daughter and saved enough money to send her to a top university.
On the other hand, Lisa did not want him by his side. In fact, when she met her boyfriend, Harrison, at university, and they decided to marry after graduation, she didn’t want Edward to be there for the wedding.
As a result, she freaked out when Harrison asked her to invite Edward to dinner at his parents’ place. His parents were wealthy and of the upper crust. What would they think if they saw an elderly man in their home in a wheelchair? Lisa was ashamed by the very thought of it.
However, based on Harrison’s enthusiasm in inviting Edward to dinner, Lisa realized she didn’t have an out this time. So she had to fake a grin and say she’d ask Edward if he was free.
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When Lisa told Edward about the invitation to dinner, he was more than just free. He was overjoyed for Lisa for finding someone who adored her.
On the night of the dinner, he dressed nicely in a suit and Harrison’s family received him warmly. The young man’s parents were impressed that Edward had reared a daughter on his own. Besides, Edward had a wonderful sense of humor, and everyone had a great time at the dinner. Everyone except Lisa, whose cheeks were flushed crimson with shame the entire time since the man in a wheelchair was her father…
A few weeks before the wedding, Lisa made up her mind. She confronted Edward one night over dinner and notified him that he would not be on the wedding guest list.
“Dad, I wanted to talk to you about the wedding,” she began, glancing at her plate and moving her fork around the spaghetti.
“Yes? What exactly is it, honey?” Edward inquired. “Is there something bugging you about the wedding, the expenses? If that’s the case, I have some bonds that we could use. After all, I did keep it for you…”
“No, dad! It’s just that,” Lisa paused for a moment, “Harrison and I intend to hold the wedding here in New York, but the problem is that we’re having it at one of the city’s largest hotels, and… I just thought it would be best if you didn’t attend the event. You know, there would be way too many guests!”
Edward’s smile vanished as he stared at Lisa, speechless. “I – I don’t understand…What’s the problem?”
Lisa sighed and fixed her gaze on him. “Look, Dad, it’s just that… The guests will be exclusive, and they’re all businessmen and high-class people. Imagine a man in a wheelchair walking his daughter down the aisle in front of them… I don’t know…It’s just weird.”
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“A man in a wheelchair is weird?” Edward’s eyes welled up. He couldn’t believe Lisa was indirectly cutting him off the wedding guest list. But he grasped the cue and forced a grin, hiding his tears from her.
“Is that it? Oh, you’re right! After all, this old age is catching up with me,” he said, faking a laugh. “I may not be able to handle such a large gathering. It’s ok – it’s ok!”
“Thanks for understanding, dad,” Lisa said bluntly and went away to her room. Before dissing Edward, she didn’t think twice about all the years of love and care he’d given her, but eventually, she regretted it.
A few days later, she was watching a show titled “American Heroes” on TV when the emcee announced Edward’s name. She was confused as she looked at the television and noticed her father sitting alongside the host.
Soon after, the camera focused on a screen that displayed images of Edward in a wheelchair and the hurricane that had hit their town years before. He turned out to be one of the brave journalists who had managed to save his family and help his neighbors throughout the disaster.
Edward had a solemn expression as he narrated the whole story of how he’d managed to help people, especially his family.
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“I will never forget that day. It was terrible… we lost practically everything,” he explained. “My wife died in the accident, and my daughter was just two years old at the time. As the debris surrounding us fell, I noticed my daughter standing right there…underneath that spot where it was falling.
“I went to save her and took her into my arms, but as I ran, a large section of the ceiling cracked and crashed on my back, causing a spine injury that prevented me from walking again.”
Lisa’s jaw sank to the floor, and her tears welled up when she heard that. “Dad saved me?” she was shocked.
“It was hard for me,” Edward continued. “But you know, you can’t really avoid your fate. So I gathered courage, knowing I just couldn’t give up in life, especially because I know I had a daughter who was now reliant on her father.”
Lisa was utterly embarrassed about herself at this point. She cried after Edward’s interview, cursing herself for being a terrible daughter, and decided to make it up to him.
So on her wedding day, she did walk down the aisle with Edward, but before the wedding ceremony began, she needed to tell the guests something VERY important…
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As she took the microphone near the altar, she approached Edward, who was sitting among the guests, fell on her knees, and hugged him. “I know this is one of the most important days of my life, and I’ve been waiting for it for so long!” she cried, holding his hands in hers. “But none of this would have been possible if my father had not been by my side.”
“Ever since mom passed away, I never saw dad saying even once how hard it was for him to raise me alone. He did have hard days, but he never showed me the slightest hint of it. But what did I do? I was about to remove him from the wedding list because I was embarrassed about him being in a wheelchair. Yes, that’s right!”
“If only I had known that dad is in a wheelchair because he injured his back while saving me, I’d have never ever done that. I have been horrible to the man who loves me the most!”
“So I’d like to apologize to him in front of everyone today. I apologize for being the worst daughter to you, dad,” she said, facing him. “You can hate me for the rest of my life. I am sorry.”
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Edward wasn’t expecting Lisa to own her mistake publicly. He was surprised but at the same time overcome with emotions at seeing his daughter realize her error, so he forgave her.
“Oh, come here,” he cried, embracing her. “Everyone makes mistakes,” he said. “But if you recognize them and work to fix them, you should be forgiven.”
Everyone was moved to tears and applauded the heartwarming reunion.
What can we learn from this story?
- Love and respect your parents because they go above and beyond for you. Liza realized this when she heard her father’s story on TV and apologized to him for being rude.
- Everyone makes mistakes, and if they realize it, they should be forgiven. Edward forgave her daughter when he saw she felt guilty for what she’d done.
I Kept Returning to the Same Café and Tipping $50 Each Time for a Reason the Waitress Couldn’t Imagine
For years, I drove two hours every Friday to visit a small suburban café, leaving unusually large tips for one particular waitress. What she didn’t know was that I carried a life-changing secret in my purse. I just wished I could find the courage to share it.
The Friday evening traffic crawled along the interstate as I made my way out of downtown. My colleagues at the law firm thought I was crazy to drive two hours just for dinner at some suburban café, but they didn’t understand. I didn’t go for the coffee or the sandwiches. I went to see her.
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The café sat on a quiet corner, its red-brick exterior softened by white trim. It also had a white awning and window boxes full of purple petunias. The bell above the door chimed as I pushed it open, and the familiar scent of coffee and fresh-baked pie made me feel at home.
She looked up when I walked in—the waitress with kind eyes and silver-streaked hair. Her name tag read “Martha,” but I’d known that long before I ever set foot in this place.
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Every time I saw her, I thought about what I held in my purse. And yet, I never knew if I would be brave enough to show it to her that day.
“Welcome back, hon,” she said, already reaching for the coffee pot. “Your usual spot?”
I nodded, sliding into my regular booth by the window. The vinyl seats squeaked beneath me, and the tabletop showed years of wear under its polished surface.
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Martha set down a mug of black coffee and pulled out her order pad, though we both knew what I wanted. “Apple pie and an espresso?” she asked, her pen hovering over the paper.
“Yes, please.”
Her smile carried a warmth that made my chest ache. Did she ever wonder about me? Did she even remember me?
The truth sat heavy in my purse, wrapped in a manila envelope that was starting to show wear from months of being carried back and forth. Inside were the documents from the adoption agency, the ones that had turned my world upside down just a few months ago.
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I still remember the day I finally confronted my adoptive parents about my past. Mother had been arranging flowers in their living room, each stem placed with surgical precision.
“We gave you everything,” she’d said, not bothering to look up from her roses. “The best schools, the finest opportunities. Why isn’t that enough?”
“Because it’s not about things, Mother. It’s about knowing who I am.”
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“You’re one of us,” Father had interjected from behind his iPad. “That’s who you are. But if you insist on pursuing this… project, contact the agency yourself. We won’t stand in your way.”
His tone made it clear they wouldn’t help, either. After 38 years, I should have expected nothing less. My adoptive family had always treated emotions like unwelcome houseguests.
Luckily, I didn’t have trouble contacting the agency, and their response arrived faster than I’d expected. As I read through the documents in my condo, pieces of my past clicked into place.
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My birth mother had died bringing me into the world. My birth father had been too overwhelmed by grief and responsibility, so he had walked away. And then there was Martha—my foster mother for two precious years.
She was the one spot of warmth I remembered from my entire childhood. Unfortunately, her husband’s cancer diagnosis forced them to make an impossible choice.
Martha returned with my pie, setting it down with the same care she always showed. “Anything else you need, sweetie?”
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I opened my mouth, willing the words to come. The envelope pressed against my ribs through my purse. Just tell her, I thought. Just reach in, pull it out, and tell her.
Instead, I shook my head and smiled weakly. “No, thank you.”
She lingered a moment longer than usual, and I wondered if she sensed something. Did she see how my hands shook slightly as I picked up my fork?
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If she did, she said nothing and went to another table while I started eating my pie. When I finished, I left my usual $50 tip on the table. It was excessive for coffee and pie, but how do you put a price on lost time?
Maybe I also left so much because I felt guilty for not being brave enough to tell her who I was today, either. Why was it that I could face the most intimidating lawyers in court without sweating, but this part of my past had me acting like a little girl?
I was disappointed in myself, so I stood. Next Friday, I’ll do it for sure, I promised.
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Rain had started to fall heavily outside. I fumbled with my umbrella, almost dropping my keys on my way to my car.
“Hey, you!”
I froze, my keys hovering near the car door lock.
“Why are you doing this?!”
I turned to see Martha standing a few feet away, still in her work apron. She held up the money I’d given her.
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“Every week, you come in,” she continued, taking a step closer. “You sit quietly, leave these large tips, and disappear. Why?”
My heart pounded so hard I thought it might break through my ribs. This was the moment I’d both longed for and dreaded. Yet, I knew I had to take this chance.
“I… I have something for you.” My voice sounded strange to my own ears as I reached into my purse with trembling fingers.
The envelope was slightly bent at the corners now.
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“Could you please read this?” I asked, holding it out. “When you have a moment?”
Martha took it slowly, confusion drawing her brows together. “What is this about?”
“It’s about me,” I whispered. “About us.”
She opened it right there, heedless of the rain. I watched her face as she read and saw the moment recognition dawned. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she stumbled backward.
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“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Sarah? My little Sarah?”
I nodded, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Yeah…”
We just looked at one another for an infinite moment.
“Oh, sweetie. I see from these documents that you must have figured out what happened. But you have to understand that John… my husband, your foster father… he got so sick,” she said finally. “The bills kept piling up. This couple came along. They were so wealthy. They could give you everything we couldn’t.”
“I understand perfectly,” I said softly, and I did. I knew they did what they thought was best for me. She didn’t need to explain herself. “What happened to John?”
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“Cancer took him three years after you were adopted…” She swallowed hard. “He loved you so much, Sarah. We both did. Every day since we let you go, I’ve wondered if we made the right choice.”
“I have… fragments of memories,” I admitted. “Someone reading ‘Goodnight Moon.’ The smell of cookies baking. A man’s laugh. Me calling you Momma. I always told myself I was making it up.”
Martha nodded through her tears. “You wouldn’t go to sleep without that book,” she smiled. “And John would spend hours in the kitchen with you, letting you ‘help’ make cookies. You were only two, but you were so determined to do everything yourself. As soon as you could speak, you called us Momma and Papa.”
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The rain came down harder, soaking us even more. Eager to hear more, we ran and waited below the awning in front of the café.
Martha told me about my early days, about the love that had filled their modest home. I shared stories about growing up with my adoptive parents. I was financially secure, yes, but emotionally… that was a different story.
“I contacted the agency a few months ago and started coming here,” I confessed after telling her about my current life and career. “Every time I tried to tell you, I lost my nerve.”
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“So you left those tips instead?” Martha’s eyes crinkled with understanding.
“It was the only way I knew how to reach out.”
Suddenly, we heard a sharp tap on the window. It was Martha’s manager, beckoning her inside. “I have to go back to work,” she told me, her eyebrows pulling down apologetically. “Will you come next Friday?”
“Actually… could we maybe do breakfast instead? Tomorrow?”
“Oh, honey,” Martha said, wrapping me into the best hug I’d ever gotten. “I would love nothing more.” When we separated, she pulled out her phone. “Here, write down my number.”
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“Thank you,” I said, after putting my phone back in my pocket. “Bye, Momma.”
Martha’s hand flew to her mouth at my words. “Bye, sweetie. See you soon.”
The rain stopped as I drove back to the city, and stars peeked through breaks in the clouds.
I couldn’t wait to see her again.
Don’t get me wrong. I knew my life, despite its beginning, had been privileged; my adoptive parents had provided everything they could, paving the way for all my success. For that, I will always be grateful.
But sometimes, pure warmth and love are all a person needs. I had experienced that with Momma and Papa, and now, at least, I had her back in my life.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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