Bride Doesn’t Want Her Dad in Wheelchair to Walk Her Down the Aisle until She Sees Him on TV — Story of the Day

A woman doesn’t want her father to walk her down the aisle because she is embarrassed by his wheelchair. However, when she sees him on TV a few days before the wedding, she regrets her decision and changes her mind.

When Lisa Terrell’s mother died when she was just two years old, her father, Edward, took up her care. Caroline Terrell had died in a terrible hurricane that hit their town years ago, demolishing their home and leaving Edward in a wheelchair due to a severe injury.

Nonetheless, nothing could stop Edward from raising Lisa with love and giving her the finest of everything. He was a well-known journalist and began working remotely following his injury to provide for them.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Unsplash

However, most people in Lisa’s life were unaware she had a father until he paid her a surprise visit at her school one day.

Lisa had always told her friends that her father was too busy to spend time with her, which is why he never attended school functions or parent meetings. However, the reality was that the invitations never made it to Edward since Lisa was embarrassed by him and didn’t want her friends to see him.

She adored him as a youngster, but as she grew up, the image of her father in a wheelchair mortified her and wrecked her relationship with him.

She was confused as she looked at the television and noticed her father sitting alongside the host.

Still, Edward never reneged on his duties. He was always there for his daughter and saved enough money to send her to a top university.

On the other hand, Lisa did not want him by his side. In fact, when she met her boyfriend, Harrison, at university, and they decided to marry after graduation, she didn’t want Edward to be there for the wedding.

As a result, she freaked out when Harrison asked her to invite Edward to dinner at his parents’ place. His parents were wealthy and of the upper crust. What would they think if they saw an elderly man in their home in a wheelchair? Lisa was ashamed by the very thought of it.

However, based on Harrison’s enthusiasm in inviting Edward to dinner, Lisa realized she didn’t have an out this time. So she had to fake a grin and say she’d ask Edward if he was free.

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When Lisa told Edward about the invitation to dinner, he was more than just free. He was overjoyed for Lisa for finding someone who adored her.

On the night of the dinner, he dressed nicely in a suit and Harrison’s family received him warmly. The young man’s parents were impressed that Edward had reared a daughter on his own. Besides, Edward had a wonderful sense of humor, and everyone had a great time at the dinner. Everyone except Lisa, whose cheeks were flushed crimson with shame the entire time since the man in a wheelchair was her father…

A few weeks before the wedding, Lisa made up her mind. She confronted Edward one night over dinner and notified him that he would not be on the wedding guest list.

“Dad, I wanted to talk to you about the wedding,” she began, glancing at her plate and moving her fork around the spaghetti.

“Yes? What exactly is it, honey?” Edward inquired. “Is there something bugging you about the wedding, the expenses? If that’s the case, I have some bonds that we could use. After all, I did keep it for you…”

“No, dad! It’s just that,” Lisa paused for a moment, “Harrison and I intend to hold the wedding here in New York, but the problem is that we’re having it at one of the city’s largest hotels, and… I just thought it would be best if you didn’t attend the event. You know, there would be way too many guests!”

Edward’s smile vanished as he stared at Lisa, speechless. “I – I don’t understand…What’s the problem?”

Lisa sighed and fixed her gaze on him. “Look, Dad, it’s just that… The guests will be exclusive, and they’re all businessmen and high-class people. Imagine a man in a wheelchair walking his daughter down the aisle in front of them… I don’t know…It’s just weird.”

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Unsplash

“A man in a wheelchair is weird?” Edward’s eyes welled up. He couldn’t believe Lisa was indirectly cutting him off the wedding guest list. But he grasped the cue and forced a grin, hiding his tears from her.

“Is that it? Oh, you’re right! After all, this old age is catching up with me,” he said, faking a laugh. “I may not be able to handle such a large gathering. It’s ok – it’s ok!”

“Thanks for understanding, dad,” Lisa said bluntly and went away to her room. Before dissing Edward, she didn’t think twice about all the years of love and care he’d given her, but eventually, she regretted it.

A few days later, she was watching a show titled “American Heroes” on TV when the emcee announced Edward’s name. She was confused as she looked at the television and noticed her father sitting alongside the host.

Soon after, the camera focused on a screen that displayed images of Edward in a wheelchair and the hurricane that had hit their town years before. He turned out to be one of the brave journalists who had managed to save his family and help his neighbors throughout the disaster.

Edward had a solemn expression as he narrated the whole story of how he’d managed to help people, especially his family.

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“I will never forget that day. It was terrible… we lost practically everything,” he explained. “My wife died in the accident, and my daughter was just two years old at the time. As the debris surrounding us fell, I noticed my daughter standing right there…underneath that spot where it was falling.

“I went to save her and took her into my arms, but as I ran, a large section of the ceiling cracked and crashed on my back, causing a spine injury that prevented me from walking again.”

Lisa’s jaw sank to the floor, and her tears welled up when she heard that. “Dad saved me?” she was shocked.

“It was hard for me,” Edward continued. “But you know, you can’t really avoid your fate. So I gathered courage, knowing I just couldn’t give up in life, especially because I know I had a daughter who was now reliant on her father.”

Lisa was utterly embarrassed about herself at this point. She cried after Edward’s interview, cursing herself for being a terrible daughter, and decided to make it up to him.

So on her wedding day, she did walk down the aisle with Edward, but before the wedding ceremony began, she needed to tell the guests something VERY important…

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As she took the microphone near the altar, she approached Edward, who was sitting among the guests, fell on her knees, and hugged him. “I know this is one of the most important days of my life, and I’ve been waiting for it for so long!” she cried, holding his hands in hers. “But none of this would have been possible if my father had not been by my side.”

“Ever since mom passed away, I never saw dad saying even once how hard it was for him to raise me alone. He did have hard days, but he never showed me the slightest hint of it. But what did I do? I was about to remove him from the wedding list because I was embarrassed about him being in a wheelchair. Yes, that’s right!”

“If only I had known that dad is in a wheelchair because he injured his back while saving me, I’d have never ever done that. I have been horrible to the man who loves me the most!”

“So I’d like to apologize to him in front of everyone today. I apologize for being the worst daughter to you, dad,” she said, facing him. “You can hate me for the rest of my life. I am sorry.”

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Unsplash

Edward wasn’t expecting Lisa to own her mistake publicly. He was surprised but at the same time overcome with emotions at seeing his daughter realize her error, so he forgave her.

“Oh, come here,” he cried, embracing her. “Everyone makes mistakes,” he said. “But if you recognize them and work to fix them, you should be forgiven.”

Everyone was moved to tears and applauded the heartwarming reunion.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Love and respect your parents because they go above and beyond for you. Liza realized this when she heard her father’s story on TV and apologized to him for being rude.
  • Everyone makes mistakes, and if they realize it, they should be forgiven. Edward forgave her daughter when he saw she felt guilty for what she’d done.

Neighbors Installed a Camera Aimed at My Garden – I Taught Them a Savage Lesson Without Going to Court

When my new neighbors installed a camera aimed at my backyard, I knew I had to take action. What started as a simple plan to teach them a lesson about privacy spiraled into a wild performance that caught the attention of the local police — with consequences I never could have predicted.

I never thought I’d become an amateur actor just to teach my nosy neighbors a lesson, but life has a way of surprising you.

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A woman looks thoughtfully out of a window | Source: Pexels

It all started when Carla and Frank moved in next door. They seemed nice enough at first, if a bit… off.

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” I said, offering them a basket of tomatoes from my garden. “I’m Zoe.”

Carla’s eyes darted around nervously. “Thank you. We’re very… security-conscious. You understand, right?”

I didn’t, but I nodded anyway. Little did I know what that would mean for me.

A woman in gardening get-up posing on the front porch of a home | Source: Pexels

A woman in gardening get-up posing on the front porch of a home | Source: Pexels

***

A week later, I returned from visiting my mom to find something shocking in my backyard. As I lounged in my swimsuit, tending to my beloved tomatoes, I noticed a small black object under the eaves of their house.

“Is that a camera?” I muttered, squinting at it. My blood ran cold as I realized it was pointed directly at my yard.

I marched over to their house, still in my swimsuit, and pounded on the door. Frank answered, looking annoyed.

“Why is there a camera pointed at my yard?” I demanded.

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A woman in swimsuit walking through a suburban garden | Source: Pexels

“That’s ridiculous,” I sputtered. “You’re invading my privacy!”

Carla appeared behind him. “We have a right to protect our property,” she said coldly.

I left, fuming. I could have taken them to court, but who has the time or money for that? No, I needed a different approach.

That’s when I called my friends.

“Samantha, I need your help,” I said. “How do you feel about a little… performance art?”

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A woman making a phone call | Source: Midjourney

She laughed. “I’m intrigued. Tell me more.”

I outlined my plan, and soon we had a whole crew on board. Miguel, our resident special effects guru, and Harriet, who never met a costume she didn’t like.

As we planned, I wondered if I was going too far. “Guys, are we sure about this?” I asked during our final meeting.

Samantha put her hand on my shoulder. “Zoe, they’ve been spying on you for weeks. They need to learn a lesson.”

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A woman placing her hand on the shoulder of another in support | Source: Midjourney

Miguel nodded. “Plus, it’ll be fun! When was the last time we did something this crazy?”

Harriet grinned. “I’ve already started on the costumes. You can’t back out now!”

Their enthusiasm was contagious, and I felt my doubts melting away. “Alright, let’s do this.”

The next Saturday, we gathered in my backyard, decked out in the most ridiculous outfits imaginable. I wore a neon green wig and a tutu over a scuba suit.

“Ready for the garden party of the century?” I grinned.

Samantha adjusted her alien mask. “Let’s give those creeps a show they’ll never forget.”

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Outrageously-dressed people posing outside a house | Source: Pexels

We started with normal party activities — if you can call anything normal when you’re dressed like escapees from a circus. We danced, played games, and made sure to stay in view of the camera.

“Hey, Zoe!” Miguel called out, his pirate hat askew. “How’s your mom doing?”

I smiled, remembering my recent visit. “She’s good. Still trying to set me up with her friend’s son.”

Harriet laughed, her Red Riding Hood cape swishing. “Classic mom move. Did you tell her about the camera situation?”

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A close-up of a woman with a red hood and a bloody wound on her face | Source: Pexels

I shook my head. “Nah, didn’t want to worry her. She’d probably march over here herself and give them a piece of her mind.”

“Honestly,” Samantha chimed in, “that might have been entertaining to watch.”

We all laughed, imagining my feisty mom confronting Carla and Frank. But then it was time for the main event.

“Oh no!” I shrieked, pointing at Samantha. “She’s been stabbed!”

Miguel swiftly brandished a rubber knife covered in ketchup. “Arrr, she had it coming!”

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A man in fancy-dress, holding a fake knife | Source: Midjourney

Samantha collapsed dramatically, ketchup “blood” pooling around her. We all started arguing and running around in panic.

“Should we call the police?” Harriet yelled, cape flapping as she hopped around.

“No, we have to hide the body!” I shouted back.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine. The neighbor’s curtain twitched. Had someone seen us? The eerie silence that followed was broken only by our ragged breathing.

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A view of a house window from a distance | Source: Pexels

We froze, eyes darting from one to another. The weight of our imaginary crime felt all too real in that moment. A dog barked in the distance, making us all jump.

Time seemed to stretch, each second an eternity as we waited, unsure of what would happen next.

Miguel’s hand trembled as he lowered the ketchup-stained knife. Samantha, still sprawled on the ground, barely dared to breathe. The air grew thick with tension, pressing down on us like a physical force.

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A hand holding a “bloody” knife | Source: Midjourney

I tried to swallow, but my mouth had gone dry. My mind raced, conjuring up ridiculous scenarios of how we’d explain this scene to anyone who might have witnessed it. Would they believe it was just a game? Or would our silly prank spiral into something far more serious?

A car door slammed somewhere down the street. We all flinched in unison, our nerves stretched to the breaking point. The sound of footsteps seemed to echo in the stillness, growing louder with each passing moment. Had someone called the authorities?

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People dressed in scary costumes performing in a backyard | Source: Midjourney

Just then, we heard sirens in the distance. “Showtime,” I whispered. “Everyone inside, quick!”

We dragged Samantha in, cleaned up the ketchup, and changed into normal clothes in record time. By the time the police knocked on my door, we were sitting around the dining table, looking perfectly innocent.

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A group of friends gathering for a meal | Source: Pexels

“Is everything alright here?” the officer asked, looking confused.

I put on my best concerned-citizen face. “Of course, officer. Is something wrong?”

She explained that they received a report of a violent crime at this address. I feigned shock, then allowed “realization” to dawn on my face.

“Oh! We were just doing some improv acting in the backyard,” I said. “It must have looked pretty realistic, huh?”

The officer frowned. “How did anyone see into your backyard? Those fences are pretty high.”

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A police officer in front of a home | Source: Pexels

I sighed dramatically. “Well, officer, that’s the real problem here. My neighbors have a camera pointed at my yard. They’ve been recording me without my consent.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Is that so? I think we need to have a chat with your neighbors.”

We watched from my window as the police went next door. Carla and Frank looked panicked as they were questioned.

An hour later, the officer returned. “Ma’am, I’m afraid your neighbors have been engaging in some illegal surveillance. We’ve confiscated their equipment and they’ll be facing charges. Would you be willing to make a statement?”

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A policewoman standing outside a home’s front door | Source: Midjourney

I tried to look surprised. “That’s terrible! I had no idea it was so extensive. But, of course, I’ll make a statement, and testify in court if it comes to that.”

After the police left, my friends and I celebrated our victory.

“I can’t believe it worked!” Samantha laughed.

Miguel raised his glass. “To Zoe, master of revenge!”

I grinned, but something was nagging at me. “Do you think we went too far?”

Harriet shook her head. “They invaded your privacy. They got what they deserved.”

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A woman in a Halloween-like make-up in a living room | Source: Midjourney

***

The next day, I was back in my garden, enjoying the sunshine without worrying about prying eyes. As I tended to my tomatoes, I saw Carla and Frank leaving their house, suitcases in hand.

Part of me felt guilty, but then I remembered all those recordings they had of me. No, they’d made their choice. I just helped them face the consequences.

As I picked a ripe tomato, I smiled to myself. Sometimes, the best way to deal with nosy neighbors isn’t through the courts — it’s through a little creative problem-solving.

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A batch of washed garden tomatoes | Source: Pexels

And hey, if nothing else, at least I now know I have a future in community theater if gardening doesn’t work out.

A week later, I was having coffee with Samantha when she asked, “So, any news about Carla and Frank?”

I shook my head. “Not really. I saw them leave, and I haven’t heard from the cops yet. Maybe they decided not to press charges after all. Can’t say I miss them, though.”

Samantha smirked. “I bet they’d think twice before setting up cameras now.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, then paused. “You know, part of me wonders if we should feel bad. We did kinda turn their lives upside down.”

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A woman sitting outdoors and looking way | Source: Midjourney

Samantha raised an eyebrow. “Zoe, they were the ones breaking the law. All we did was expose them.”

I nodded, but the guilt lingered. “I know, I know. It’s just… I keep thinking about how scared they looked when the police showed up.”

“Hey,” Samantha said, leaning forward, “remember how violated you felt when you saw that camera? How angry you were? They did that to you for weeks.”

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A blonde woman seated outdoors smiling | Source: Midjourney

I sighed. “You’re right. I guess I’m just not used to being the ‘bad guy’.”

She laughed. “Trust me, you’re not the bad guy here. You’re the hero who stood up for herself.”

Later that day, as I watered my tomatoes, I saw a moving truck pull up to Carla and Frank’s house. A young couple got out, looking excited.

I watched as they unloaded boxes, chatting and laughing. Part of me wanted to go over and introduce myself, maybe warn them about the previous owners. But another part of me just wanted to move on.

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A couple unloaded boxes from a car | Source: Pexels

As I turned back to my garden, I made a decision. I’d give these new neighbors a chance — no preconceptions, no suspicions. But I’d also keep my eyes open. After all, you never know when you might need to throw another garden party.

What would you have done? If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you about a woman whose new neighbor was secretly monitoring her until she faced him one day on a lonely road.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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