Taking the stage with heavy steps
The rustling of the congregation ceased as movement caught their attention. My father pushed himself up from the pew, his legs seeming heavy and reluctant.
He walked down the short aisle and climbed the three carpeted steps to the stage. The wood creaked under his weight, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
He positioned himself behind the massive wooden podium, gripping the edges for support. He looked small standing there alone.