They all came. Merry to see the boys marry.
His parents would not come.
His lot came mind. One, two three, four, five huge brothers grinning from up the country in matching suits. Guffawing and happy, proud chests bursting no bother. How far they've come, I guessed. But his parents, hearts like walnuts deprived of a bride they refused to bear witness. Bereft of a blessing in spite of the shrieking, through the candle bokeh I caught a faraway look in his eyes. Still a long way to go boys.