At my wedding, the mother-son dance was supposed to be with my grandma, the woman who raised me. But when the DJ called us up, Grandma was missing—and my stepmom, Linda, was on the dance floor, grinning as if she’d won. What Linda had done to Grandma was unforgivable, and I was determined to make her pay.
Grandma had been missing for a while, and when I found her locked in the bathroom, I discovered one of Linda’s earrings nearby. It was clear Linda had orchestrated this to steal my moment with Grandma.
I marched onto the dance floor, grabbed the mic, and exposed Linda’s stunt to everyone, showing the earring and revealing Grandma’s captivity. Linda tried to play it off, but the crowd was livid. Grandma stormed in, and the truth came out.
I then led Grandma to the dance floor for our moment, and the crowd gave her a standing ovation. Linda left before the night was over, and my father followed her. Though I felt for him, I couldn’t regret standing up for Grandma.
As Maddie and I drove away, she squeezed my hand, and I reflected on the strength Grandma had always shown me. “I learned from the best,” I said. Whatever challenges lay ahead, I knew I could face them—thanks to her.