Mike Monteiro, Medium
You do not sit in the front row. That is for family. You find an inconspicuous place towards the back. And you hope you aren’t noticed. You hope the family doesn’t see you. You hope the new husband doesn’t mind.
And you sit there quietly.
I’ve spent the last month tossing over whether or not to share this piece by Mike Monteiro. I believe some of its emotion was lost after Mike revealed that it is fictional. Nevertheless, it is a beautifully written story, and I can only hope to some day publish something equally as touching.