glass, and began telling stories about Emma growing up.
The room was enjoying every minute of it.
Then he made a joke that seemed completely innocent.
At first.
The Joke
While talking about family resemblance, Uncle Robert laughed and said:
“You know, Emma may look like her father now, but when she was born, we all joked she looked exactly like my old friend Michael. Remember that?”
A few people chuckled.
Others looked confused.
My father didn’t laugh.
Neither did my mother.
The room experienced one of those strange moments where the energy suddenly shifts. It was subtle, but noticeable.
Uncle Robert quickly moved on and finished his speech.
Most guests probably forgot the comment within seconds.
But I noticed something strange.
My mother’s face had gone pale.
My father stared at his drink.
And Uncle Robert looked like he instantly regretted saying what he had just said.
The First
