Gathering for the Prediction
Once dinner plates were cleared away, Helen practically vibrated with excitement as she ushered everyone toward the living room like a director calling actors to their marks. “Alright, everyone, time to see who was right!” she announced, brimming with enthusiasm for the confetti-filled spectacle she had been planning for weeks. While her energy filled the room, mine drifted somewhere between resignation and mild dread. People shuffled around, claiming spots and adjusting their views as the anticipation built. Alex stayed close, leaning in to whisper, “It’s going to be fine, Mom,” and his reassurance softened some of the tightness in my chest. Helen cast a bright, triumphant glance my way, clearly savoring the moment her orchestrated production was about to take center stage.
Gathering For The Prediction
Feeling Like I’m On Display
As I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was more of a prop than a person—another piece in Helen’s carefully arranged performance. Conversations buzzed around me, punctuated by eager laughs and hushed speculation, while I tried to disappear into my own shoes. “Come on, let’s get on with it!” one cousin shouted playfully, only making the spotlight feel hotter. I wished I could melt into the carpet, overwhelmed by the mix of attention and expectation. Alex lingered beside me, wide-eyed as he took in the growing excitement. Everyone could sense it—this was Helen’s moment, her grand production, her unforgettable reveal. All I could do was brace myself and hope the night wouldn’t end in embarrassment or tears.
Feeling Like I’m On Display
