I had no idea that one evening, one dinner, shakes the very foundation of my family.
When I mixed the sauce and adjust the table settings, I thought everything would go smoothly – when it was all dinner. But deep down the surface was cooked restlessness, something I couldn’t name quite well.
My daughter Kira kept my fiance for months and brushed every question with a cryptic smile. And now we finally wanted to meet him. I thought I was ready. I thought I could handle anything. But nothing could prepare me for the truth that went through our front door.
All day I rushed to the kitchen, completely furious, because this evening was a big problem – Kira finally brought her fiance and his parents for dinner.
Marcus asked the question. Now it was official. And whether Kira was ready or not, I wanted to meet a man she was planning to marry – and his family.
Just as I placed the last meal on the table, the bell rang. My heart slammed in my chest. That was a moment.
Bradley opened the door, standing there Kira and shining with excitement. Marcus was at his side and his parents were behind them. But the moment I saw them, my smile behaved.
Were black.
I forced myself to withdraw and welcome them in. I led them to the table, but my hands wouldn’t stop trembling. My mind was spinning and I needed a moment to regroup.
“Sorry,” I said. “I have to catch a few more things from the kitchen. Kira, come to help me. Bradley, too.”
Kira followed reluctantly, and Bradley stood behind.
I couldn’t hold it. “Your fiance is black?” The words flew before I could stop them.
“Yes, Mom. I’m aware of,” she replied, calm, but firm.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” I pressed.
“Because I knew exactly how you would react,” she said, and her arms were folded over her chest. “Just give Marcus a chance. He’s a good man and his family is beautiful.”
With that she turned and went out.
Dinner was embarrassing and quiet. Kira and Marcus tried to conversate, but the tension was undeniable.
Then Marcus’s mother, Betty, leaned and asked, “So what do you think of them like a couple?”
I hesitated and then said, “Don’t understand me wrong, I’m not prejudice …”
She nodded consciously. “I feel the same. Honestly, I don’t think it’s also a good match. Marcus needs someone who shares our … background.”
At that moment, an unspoken alliance was formed among us.
Since then, we have chosen everything. Betty criticized Kir’s wedding dress and claimed that it was not in line with their habits. I was arguing that the family that Marcus’s family wanted at the reception said she wouldn’t approve Kira.
But the more we tried to condemn them, the closer Kira and Marcus became.
I even organized an occasional lunch between Kira and my colleague’s son – politic, educated and from a “decent” family.
Betty had a similar idea. She introduced Marcus a young woman from their church, whom she considered “more appropriate”.
Later that week, Bradley and I arrived early in Betty and Rod’s house for a family meeting. When Betty and I exchanged an update about our efforts, I noticed that Bradley and the genus laughed together with beers in front of the TV – as if nothing happened.
Suddenly the front door killed. Kira and Marcus stood in the door, furiously.
Kira stared at me. “Our wedding is in a week and are you trying to build me with someone else?”
Before I could talk, Betty jumped in. “We just want what is best for you.”
I took a deep breath. “We just think you could find someone … more appropriate.”
Kira’s expression cooled. “I don’t care about skin colors. I love Marcus.”
Marcus stepped forward. “And I love her. I don’t want anyone else.”
Kira laughed. “You still draw attention to how different we are – but the two are exactly similar. Control, stunning, you always try to manipulate things.”
She looked at us. “If you can’t accept it, don’t come to the wedding.”
They turned and went out and left us without talk.
That week I tried to call Kira. I sent her news. No answer.
At night for a test dinner, I found that Bradley tied his tie in the bedroom.
“My daughter is getting married,” he said gently, but firmly. “I don’t miss it.”
I finally gave up.
I found out that I was in front of the restaurant and see the window. Kira and Marcus moved through the crowd and joy lit up.
Then I heard a familiar voice next to me. “I couldn’t stay away, huh?”
It was Betty, folded arms, eyes for a couple.
“We’ll be crazy to each other, right?” I said and shook my head.
Betty sighed and watched Kira and Marcus laugh together. “Maybe. But if they are happy, it really matters.”
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Conclusion:
In the end, love proved stronger than prejudice and the unity won over the division. Although Betty and I tried to avert our children apart and stick to obsolete fears and cultural expectations, it was clear that our resistance only deepened their bond. When I watched Kira and Marcus with happiness at their test dinner, I realized how I was wrong that I was a judge rather than a character rather than a character.
It was not our task for them – it was our role to support them. And when I stood next to Betty, we both humiliated, I finally realized that what mattered as much as possible was not a race, tradition or control – it was their love, their happiness and their right to build the future together.