It was my cousin's wedding last Sunday. Anyway my dad has this annoying/psycho habit when it comes to weddings. He insists on being there early. But not early like as punctual early. It's more of insane early, like 1 1/2 hours before the wedding. So the wedding reception starts at 7:30 and psycho dad wanted to be there by 6 pm. Of course as a kid I used to be forced to follow his wishes and go along with it.
I still remember those days, when I would just stare at the empty tables around us and watching people streaming in, wondering how they could be so rude to actually come just on time or late, rather than "early" like us. Yup thanks to daddy I thought that it was normal to be at weddings hours before they begin. Yup now you know why I always seem a bit off. And why lateness pisses me off.
Fast forward to the present. I am now a grown man, capable of resisting parental mental screwing. I told myself I would no longer submit meekly to Dad's insanity. So I told mom that I would leave at 6:45 and she could go with me if she wanted to. She agreed, saying that she was sick of waiting as well.
It was a hot day, so I decided to take a short nap. When I woke up it was 6 pm. I woke up and walked to the hall groggily. The hall was empty. Checked my parent's room. No one was there as well. I figured mom probably went to the provision shop, so I waited for her to come back. 5 minutes crawled by. Then 10 minutes. Then 30 minutes. And then it dawned on me. Mom did not go to the provision shop. She had left with my dad. She had lied to me, she never had any intention to go with me to the wedding.
I dropped to the floor. I was shocked at my mom's betrayal. Tears started falling from my face. I tried to make them stop, but they just wouldn't. Finally after what seemed like an eternity they did. I knew that the wedding had to go on, so I picked myself up, got dressed and left for the wedding. When I got there, I looked for the table where my parents were and sat beside my mom. Mom dared not look at me. There was a long and uncomfortable silence as we both waited for the bride and groom to arrive. Finally I spoke...
Me : So what's the prize?
Mom: (confused) What prize?
Me : You mean you didn't know? It's customary to give a prize to the earliest guests at a wedding! Maybe they forgot ..should I go ask them?
Mom: (Hangs head in remorse)
Sometimes I don't know why I even bother. I was planning on buying her a blender for Mother's Day next week, but she can forget about it now. Sometimes it doesn't pay to be filial I tell ya.