When my dying grandmother spent all her life savings to make sure my wedding happened, I found myself with no choice but to marry a homeless man to fulfill her last wish. But as I stood there, watching him, I couldn’t help but wonder who he really was and what hidden truths he was keeping from me. Why is it that when everything seems to be going exactly as planned, in a moment everything falls apart?
It seemed like the universe didn’t want me to live peacefully, just like a normal person, and kept throwing challenges my way. Although that day started like any ordinary day, I came into the restaurant where I worked as the head chef and quickly prepared a dish for my favorite customer, though I must admit, he never paid. I carefully packed it into a to-go container and went out to the back of the restaurant, where Sam was already waiting.
“Hey, here’s your avocado toast with poached egg and bacon, sir,” I said, handing Sam the container. “Thanks, Renee, you’re always too kind to me,” Sam replied, taking the container. The thing is, Sam was homeless, though he was only about 30 years old.
I didn’t know how he ended up on the streets, and I didn’t want to ask—it seemed rude. “Listen, you’re the only one who’s been kind to me and didn’t treat me like I was beneath you. I want to tell you something,” Sam said.
He looked so serious, but suddenly my phone started ringing, interrupting him. I took my phone out of my pocket and saw that it was my grandmother calling. “Sorry, I have to take this,” I said to Sam.
My grandmother had been sick for a long time, and I didn’t know how much time she had left, though the doctors said not much. I couldn’t afford the luxury of ignoring her calls. I picked up the phone.
“Hi, Grandma. Is everything okay?” I asked anxiously. “I’m worried, Renee.
I’m afraid I won’t make it to your wedding,” my grandmother said. “We’ve done everything to make sure you’ll be there,” I said. “It’s next week,” I added, looking at my wedding ring.
Even though my fiancé Michael had proposed, we weren’t planning on getting married so quickly. We thought we’d wait a year, save some money, plan everything out, but for Grandma’s sake, we had to arrange the wedding as quickly as possible. “Okay, I just wanted to make sure,” Grandma said.
