My Mother Made Me Serve Drinks At My Brother’s Wedding

me, and said in a clear voice that carried across the entire ballroom:

“Ma’am. Staff Sergeant Colleen Albright, Third Infantry Division. It is an honor.”

Two hundred guests swiveled to stare at me. The “boring clerk.” The “common laborer.”

Eleanor grabbed the microphone from the officiant. “This is ridiculous—sit down, everyone—she works in an office—”

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