| Author: | Irette Y. Patterson | ISBN: | 1230000766395 |
| Publisher: | Irette Y. Patterson | Publication: | November 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Irette Y. Patterson |
| ISBN: | 1230000766395 |
| Publisher: | Irette Y. Patterson |
| Publication: | November 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Forty-something-year-old Melinda doesn’t need a new dad. She had a father. A very good one, thank you very much and she’s not a kid who needs an eager face in the crowd cheering her on at her dance recital.
So when her stepfather-to-be Melvin asks her to participate in a dance with him for his upcoming wedding to her mother, she agrees for her mother’s sake. Because it’s something that her mom would like. She never expected anything beyond that.
A 2,623- word heartwarming short story about stepparents, weddings, older brides and never being too old to welcome someone new into the family.
EXCERPT:
I WAS JUST AN ADD-ON. It wasn’t like I was a kid who needed to be taken to ballet class or needed a proud papa smiling from the aisle seat at the high school cafetorium when I received a certificate for Straight A’s at the end of the school year. I had a father who had done all of that. Except for the ballet part. It had been piano lessons.
Mother’s wedding colors were blush and champagne. Blush because the faint pink color looked good against her light skin and it was something that she had always wanted. Back when she had married my father, it had been in the preacher’s house. She’d worn a light blue sheath dress the color of a summer sky and dime-store pearls. I’d seen the pictures, yellowing with age, back when photos were square with a white rim that served as the frame. Her hair was flipped up at the end and my dad sported a thick moustache popular of the era, like MLK’s, and his hair was already balding. He was in a dark suit. I suspected it was the only one that he owned.
Now that she had a chance to do it again, it was all blush pink and champagne. Wine and roses were the colors. And the groom? Well, as I watched from the door of the tiny dance studio, the groom was someone who I did not know.
Forty-something-year-old Melinda doesn’t need a new dad. She had a father. A very good one, thank you very much and she’s not a kid who needs an eager face in the crowd cheering her on at her dance recital.
So when her stepfather-to-be Melvin asks her to participate in a dance with him for his upcoming wedding to her mother, she agrees for her mother’s sake. Because it’s something that her mom would like. She never expected anything beyond that.
A 2,623- word heartwarming short story about stepparents, weddings, older brides and never being too old to welcome someone new into the family.
EXCERPT:
I WAS JUST AN ADD-ON. It wasn’t like I was a kid who needed to be taken to ballet class or needed a proud papa smiling from the aisle seat at the high school cafetorium when I received a certificate for Straight A’s at the end of the school year. I had a father who had done all of that. Except for the ballet part. It had been piano lessons.
Mother’s wedding colors were blush and champagne. Blush because the faint pink color looked good against her light skin and it was something that she had always wanted. Back when she had married my father, it had been in the preacher’s house. She’d worn a light blue sheath dress the color of a summer sky and dime-store pearls. I’d seen the pictures, yellowing with age, back when photos were square with a white rim that served as the frame. Her hair was flipped up at the end and my dad sported a thick moustache popular of the era, like MLK’s, and his hair was already balding. He was in a dark suit. I suspected it was the only one that he owned.
Now that she had a chance to do it again, it was all blush pink and champagne. Wine and roses were the colors. And the groom? Well, as I watched from the door of the tiny dance studio, the groom was someone who I did not know.
