At my son's wedding, the bride sat me in the kitchen. I paid for everything. I smiled, stayed quiet... And a minute later, after what I did, everyone suddenly stopped laughing ...….😲😲😲The air was thick with the scent of roses and marinara, a strange mix that clung to Margaret as she sat on a creaky folding chair in the kitchen. Beyond the swinging door, laughter and music swirled through her son’s wedding, a celebration she had meticulously funded—every flower, every gold-rimmed plate. Yet he