Family

The splinter was a few inches long, having torn through the sheer stockings, and lodging itself deep within the skin of my right foot. Two slices of our wedding cake sat next to me while my father-in-law (inaugurated within the last eight hours), meticulously and carefully, using very sharp tweezers, extracted the wood shard from his only daughter-in-law’s foot. My mother-in-law stood watch holding onto rubbing alcohol and cotton balls, awaiting instructions to “clean the area”. “Why should cake go to waste while I just sit next to it?” I thought, as I picked up one of the slices to consume....