Operation Triple S

A re you familiar with the annoyance of a wad of chewed-up gum stuck to your heel? It’s this miniscule unserviceable thing but it really gets in the way? Somehow that’s what I feel like when one of my siblings gets married. I feel like I’m the gum sticking to the heel. Useless. Annoying. Not that anyone gives me those vibes it’s just that there’s so much to do and I am of no help whatsoever.

“When the invitations are complete it’s as if we’re halfway through ” I overheard my mother mentioning to my father one day while he was skimming through some bills.

Hey! That’s what I can do! I have enough saliva to seal a factory of envelopes capable hands for folding invites and how competent do you need to be to affix a stamp to the right-hand corner of each envelope?

“Ma how about leave the invitations for me?” I offered courageously.