As this understanding emerged from the core of my being, I could only respond with a wry smile.
"If you're not inclined to go, then don't worry about it."
I suppose I was just being overly involved, inviting criticism upon myself.
Before long, the day to celebrate the infant's first month arrived.
I showed up late, finding the reception area crowded with family members whose names escaped me, feeling somewhat disoriented.
This event was even more elaborate than my wedding to Ottilie.
At the reception area's entrance, a family picture of the five of them was prominently displayed.
As for myself, I was nothing more than a punchline from beginning to end.
Upon my arrival, relatives immediately began murmuring amongst themselves. I didn't need to hear to guess the subject of their conversations.
Shortly after, my aunt pulled me aside for a brief chat. "Jude, when did you return? Ottilie hasn't mentioned it at all."