The message came from our family Christmas group chat.
Mom wrote:
“Wes, cariño, hemos tenido que ajustar los arreglos de asientos. Con el prometido de Ainsley y sus padres uniéndose a nosotros, no habrá suficiente espacio para usted y Luna en la mesa principal este año. Estoy seguro de que lo entenderás”.
Thirty seconds later, Ainsley replied:
“But you’re still paying for dinner, obviously.”
Then Dad:
“Don’t make your mother feel guilty. And remember the watch I asked for.”
I read the messages several times.
My parents owned a large four-bedroom house with a spacious dining room.
We’d once accommodated eighteen guests there.
Now they were claiming they couldn’t fit eight.
A final message arrived from Mom.
“You and Luna can eat in the breakfast room after you’re finished helping in the kitchen. She’d probably be more comfortable there anyway.”