The Wedding Was A Game And Her Father Was The Prize

On my wedding day, I walked my blind father down the aisle of the church, and the entire sanctuary suddenly erupted in laughter.

Dad tightened his grip on my hand, nervous.

"Claire… did Dad embarrass you?"

I quickly lifted the lace veil from my face and turned toward the projection screen behind the altar.

That was when I finally saw it.

A single, bright red USDA pork inspection stamp had been slapped onto each of our faces.

From the bridesmaids' bench, my best friend Bianca Whitmore was doubled over laughing.