I Do, Do You?

Grace settles at the computer and shifts the mouse to wake it, before typing in her password, eight letters – flapjack. The machine grinds into life and she opens up Chrome, and the blue and white of the Facebook splash page invites her to log in, so she does, eight letters – flapjack.

She is greeted with several dozen notifications and more than a few messages. Her stomach drops. Has someone died? No, surely someone would have texted her. She reaches for her phone, and presses the home button to wake it, but the screen remains blank. Perhaps she should have charged it last night.

Tentatively, she clicks her messages. The top one is from her father, who has messaged her repeatedly since the early hours of the morning. His last message reads simply,

Daughter of mine, why did you not think to invite your own father to your wedding?

What the everlasting f - .

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Sometimes, just sometimes, a meddling friend might just help you make the best decision of your life. A story about the perils of Facebook relationship statuses, pining, and finally finding the person who was right in front of you all along.