The Envelope My Dad Left Me

I found out something at my wedding that completely changed how I see my dad. <break time="0.5s" /> Not during the ceremony. <break time="0.3s" />

Not during the speeches. <break time="0.3s" /> It was later, during the reception, when everything had slowed down. <break time="0.4s" />

My partner and I were going table to table thanking people for coming. <break time="0.3s" /> Just normal small

talk. Hugs. Congratulations. <break time="0.3s" /> Then I got to my uncle. <break time="0.4s" />

He hugged me, said he was proud of me, and slipped an envelope into my hand. <break time="0.4s" />

I assumed it was just a card, so I smiled and put it in my pocket. <break time="0.3s" /> Later that night,

after everyone left, I finally opened it. <break time="0.5s" /> There was no card inside. <break time="0.4s" />

Just a single piece of paper. <break time="0.4s" /> It had a bank account number written on it… <break time="0.5s" />