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I had been racing around the kitchen like a madwoman all day because today was important: Kira was finally inviting her fianc\u00e9 and his parents around for supper.
\nMarcus had proposed. It was official. And that meant I was going to meet him and his family, whether she liked it or not.<\/p>\n
The doorbell rang just as I was setting the meal on the table. My heart pounded. This was it.<\/p>\n
Bradley opened the door. Kira stood shining with excitement, her fianc\u00e9 Marcus alongside her, and his parents behind them. My smile froze.<\/p>\n
They were Black.<\/p>\n
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\nI stepped aside and let them in.<\/p>\n
I took them to the dinner table, but my hands trembled. My thoughts raced. I needed a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me,\u201d I said. \u201cI just need to bring out a few more dishes. Kira, come help me.\u201d I turned to Bradley. \u201cYou too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kira hesitated but followed me. Bradley lagged behind.
\n\u201cYour fianc\u00e9 is Black!\u201d The words spilled out before I could stop them.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Mom. I know.\u201d Her speech remained calm, but her gaze hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell us?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I knew how you\u2019d react,\u201d she said, crossing her arms. \u201cJust give Marcus a chance. He\u2019s a good man, and his family is wonderful.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\nShe stormed away without saying another thing.<\/p>\n
Bradley and I carried the dishes to the table silently. During supper, no one spoke much, although Kira and Marcus tried to keep the conversation going. The air felt heavy.<\/p>\n
Betty, Marcus\u2019 mother, leaned in next to me. \u201cWhat do you think of them as a couple?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated. \u201cDon\u2019t get me wrong, I\u2019m not r.a.c.i.s.t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Betty nodded. \u201cI completely agree. I don\u2019t think they\u2019re a good match either. Marcus would be better off with someone who understands our\u2026 culture.\u201d<\/p>\n
Betty straightened. \u201cWe can\u2019t let this wedding happen.\u201d
\nBetty and I formed an unspoken alliance after that.<\/p>\n
We chose battles over everything. Betty criticized Kira\u2019s dress choice, saying it violated their traditions.<\/p>\n
I argued with Marcus about the menu, arguing that Kira would not be pleased with his family\u2019s choices.<\/p>\n
The harder we pushed, the stronger Kira and Marcus grew. Instead of acknowledging their differences, they clung closer together.<\/p>\n
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\nI planned a \u201charmless\u201d lunch for Kira with my colleague\u2019s son, a courteous young man with a steady job and solid family values.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Betty scheduled a meeting between Marcus and a woman from their church who she thought would be a \u201cbetter fit.\u201d<\/p>\n
That evening, we convened at Betty and Rod\u2019s home. Bradley and I arrived early, and while Betty and I chatted about our plans, I observed something strange: Bradley and Rod were seated in front of the TV, laughing over beer.<\/p>\n
I heard the front door swing open and slam closed. Heavy footsteps echoed around the home.<\/p>\n
Kira and Marcus stood in front of us, their eyes filled with rage.
\nKira turned to me, her face flushed. \u201cOur wedding is in a week, and you\u2019re setting me up on a date?\u201d<\/p>\n
When I opened my mouth, Betty spoke first. \u201cWe just wanted what\u2019s best for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took a deep breath. \u201cYou could both find someone more\u2026 suitable,\u201d I said, keeping my voice calm.<\/p>\n
Kira\u2019s whole body stiffened. \u201cI don\u2019t care what color his skin is! I love Marcus. I want to be with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus stepped forward. \u201cAnd I love Kira. I don\u2019t want to be with anyone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kira shook her head, and an empty laugh escaped her lips. \u201cYou keep saying how different we are, how we shouldn\u2019t be together. But look at you two! You\u2019re exactly the same. Stubborn, manipulative, always scheming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you can\u2019t accept it, don\u2019t come to the wedding,\u201d Kira said.<\/p>\n
They turned and walked out the door without saying another word.
\nThat week, I phoned Kira. I sent a text. No response. The silence extended.<\/p>\n
When I entered the bedroom on the night of the rehearsal dinner, Bradley was tying his tie.<\/p>\n
He turned to face me. His voice was gentle, but his gaze was forceful. \u201cMy only daughter is getting married, and I\u2019m not missing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I finally gave in. I found myself outside the restaurant, looking through the window. Kira and Marcus strolled among the guests, beaming, smiling, and delighted.<\/p>\n
A familiar voice spoke next to me. \u201cYou couldn\u2019t sit at home either, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n
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\nI turned. Betty stood beside me, arms folded.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, we\u2019re going to have a rough time together, mother-in-law,\u201d I said, shaking my head.<\/p>\n
Then she sighed as she watched Kira and Marcus. \u201cBut as long as they\u2019re happy, that\u2019s all that matters.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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