“It’s the location,” Pete said. “We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“I think it’s the weather,” Joan said. “You know how iffy the weather can be even in late March.”
“I’m sure it’s the pandemic,” Uncle Dave said. “A lot of folks are still reluctant to go out until the majority of people have been vaccinated.”
Becky started crying. “It’s because everyone hates me.”
“No, sweetie,” Grandma Rose said. “Nobody hates you. It’s because your mother waited too long to mail the invitations.
“Grandma Rose is wrong, sweetie,” Joan said to Becky, flashing her mother-in-law a dirty look. “I mailed them in plenty of time.”
The family members all stared at the empty table. Eight year old Becky put her hands on her hips, stomped her right foot hard onto the ground, and said, “Worst birthday party ever!”
Written for KL Casey’s #writephoto prompt. Photo credit: KL Caley.