Elsa
I walked past my father, my heart heavy with emotions I couldn’t quite name. As I reached the door, I stopped and turned to look at him. His figure seemed smaller somehow, his shoulders weighed down by the weight of everything that had passed between us. But I wasn’t carrying that burden anymore.
“Don’t just stand there, Daddy,” I said softly, my voice breaking through the silence. “Who is going to give me away?”
For a moment, he looked stunned, but then his face broke into a beaming smile, his eyes glistening with tears he wouldn’t let fall. He stepped forward quickly, closing the space between us, and gently locked his hand with mine. In that quiet moment, we didn’t need words.
The unspoken forgiveness passed between us like a warm breeze, wrapping us both in its comfort. I had
