{"id":20712,"date":"2026-09-11T03:29:56","date_gmt":"2026-09-11T03:29:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/?p=20712"},"modified":"2026-09-11T03:29:56","modified_gmt":"2026-09-11T03:29:56","slug":"just-three-minutes-before-my-wedding-i-found-my-nine-year-old-daughter-locked-in-the-laundry-room-still-wearing-her-dress-and-holding-her-flower-basket-dad-she-said-she","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/?p=20712","title":{"rendered":"Just three minutes before my wedding, I found my nine-year-old daughter locked in the laundry room, still wearing her dress and holding her flower basket. \u201cDad,\u201d she said, \u201cshe told me I couldn\u2019t come out until the ceremony was over.\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

Three minutes before I was supposed to marry the woman I believed I loved, I found my nine-year-old daughter sitting on the floor of a laundry room, her flower basket lying abandoned beside an industrial dryer.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Her eyes were swollen from crying.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The door had been locked from the outside.<\/p>\n

And when I asked who had put her there, her answer buried the future I thought I was about to begin.<\/p>\n

\u201cEmily told me I wasn\u2019t allowed to come out until the ceremony was finished.\u201d<\/p>\n

My name is Daniel Carter. I\u2019m 38 years old, and I\u2019m a colonel in the United States Army.<\/p>\n

For almost eighteen years, I had been trained to remain calm when plans collapsed.<\/p>\n

But nothing in my career had prepared me to hear those words from my daughter.<\/p>\n

Her mother, Rebecca, had died five years earlier after an aggressive illness.<\/p>\n

From that moment on, Lily and I became a team.<\/p>\n

My life was split between military exercises, work trips, emergency calls, and mornings when I made scrambled eggs while searching for a missing hair tie or signing a school permission form at the kitchen counter.<\/p>\n

When I met Emily, I thought I had finally found someone who understood what our life looked like.<\/p>\n

She never tried to replace Rebecca.<\/p>\n

At least, that was what she always told me.<\/p>\n

She helped Lily with homework, attended her school performances, and even remembered that my daughter hated frosting that was too sweet.<\/p>\n

One evening over dinner, Emily said:<\/p>\n

\u201cI never want Lily to feel like loving another woman means forgetting her mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

That sentence was what finally convinced me to ask her to marry me.<\/p>\n

We planned the wedding at a restored estate outside Charleston, South Carolina.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t going to be enormous, but it wasn\u2019t simple either.<\/p>\n

We had spent almost $36,000 on the venue, food, flowers, music, photography, and everything else.<\/p>\n

Lily was thrilled.<\/p>\n

She chose a pale blue dress and spent weeks practicing how she would walk down the aisle carrying her little flower basket.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think I\u2019m going to spill every flower before I even reach you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEven if you dump the whole basket at once, it\u2019ll still be perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n

On the morning of the wedding, Emily even hugged her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look beautiful, princess.\u201d<\/p>\n

I saw that happen with my own eyes.<\/p>\n

What I didn\u2019t see was what came afterward.<\/p>\n

There were fewer than ten minutes left before the ceremony when my sister, Claire, came over asking where Lily was.<\/p>\n

Her place beside the bridesmaids was empty.<\/p>\n

I assumed she was with the photographer.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

She wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

We searched the garden, the bathrooms, the kitchen, the guest rooms, and the terrace.<\/p>\n

Then I heard a faint knocking sound behind a door at the end of a service corridor.<\/p>\n

I tried the handle.<\/p>\n

It wouldn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n

\u201cLily?\u201d<\/p>\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n

I knocked again.<\/p>\n

\u201cLils, it\u2019s Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I heard her voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cDad\u2026 I\u2019m in here.\u201d<\/p>\n

I found a key hanging behind a storage shelf and unlocked the door.<\/p>\n

My daughter was sitting beside an industrial washing machine, her knees pulled tightly to her chest.<\/p>\n

Several crushed flowers were scattered across her skirt.<\/p>\n

I crouched down beside her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t answer right away.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho locked this door?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEmily said I had to stay here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Something inside me went still.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lily began twisting one of the ribbons on her dress.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you have a new family now.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t say anything.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe said people might feel weird if the daughter from your old marriage walked with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cLily, you are my daughter. Nobody gets to hide you from my wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe said things would change after she married you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat things?\u201d<\/p>\n

My daughter lowered her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat I couldn\u2019t keep acting like I was the most important girl in your life.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then she asked the question that ended my engagement completely.<\/p>\n

\u201cDad\u2026 is it bad when I talk about Mom?\u201d<\/p>\n

That hurt more than anything Emily could have said to me.<\/p>\n

I took Lily\u2019s hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cNever.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEmily says you get sad when I talk about her too, and that once you\u2019re married, you\u2019ll understand Emily better.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stood.<\/p>\n

I picked up her flower basket.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lily looked nervous.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are we going?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere you were supposed to be from the beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n

When we walked back into the garden, Emily was standing beneath the floral arch, ready for the ceremony.<\/p>\n

The moment she saw me holding Lily\u2019s hand, the smile vanished from her face.<\/p>\n

And the first thing she said confirmed everything.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaniel, why did you let her out?\u201d<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t ask where I had found her.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t ask whether Lily was all right.<\/p>\n

She asked why I had let her out.<\/p>\n

I stopped in front of her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy was my daughter locked inside the laundry room?\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily glanced toward the photographer.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe wasn\u2019t locked in. I only asked her to stay somewhere quiet for a few minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe door was locked from the outside.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe someone accidentally closed it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lily pressed herself against my arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou locked it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily\u2019s face went pale.<\/p>\n

\u201cLily, don\u2019t make things up just because you\u2019re nervous.\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt my jaw tighten.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo not speak to her like that again.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily lowered her voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaniel, please. I was only trying to avoid an uncomfortable situation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat situation?\u201d<\/p>\n

She glanced around at the guests.<\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone knows Lily represents your previous marriage. Having her at the center of our ceremony makes it seem like Rebecca is still part of our relationship.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRebecca will always be part of Lily\u2019s life.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s exactly the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire slowly stepped closer.<\/p>\n

Emily kept talking.<\/p>\n

\u201cEvery Christmas, she talks about her mother. There are pictures everywhere in the house. Whenever I try to change anything, Lily gets upset and then you immediately feel guilty.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s nine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd we\u2019re trying to create a family.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at Lily.<\/p>\n

Her head was down.<\/p>\n

Then Emily said something even worse.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen we have children of our own, I\u2019m not raising them in a house that feels like a memorial to your first wife.\u201d<\/p>\n

The photographer lowered his camera.<\/p>\n

Two nearby guests stopped talking.<\/p>\n

\u201cChildren of our own?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what I mean.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Explain it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily\u2019s patience disappeared.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need boundaries. Your wife cannot spend the rest of her life competing with the daughter of a woman who died years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lily flinched.<\/p>\n

I moved in front of her.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy daughter isn\u2019t competing with anybody.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe is. You just refuse to admit it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I asked:<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you told her not to talk about her mother?\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily said nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you hidden pictures of Rebecca?\u201d<\/p>\n

Still nothing.<\/p>\n

Behind me, Lily spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe put the picture from the refrigerator in a drawer.\u201d<\/p>\n

I remembered that photograph.<\/p>\n

Emily had told me it must have fallen behind the cabinet.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n

Lily started crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe said when you have a baby, the baby will get my room because it has the big windows.\u201d<\/p>\n

A different kind of cold moved through me.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd where would you sleep?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn the little room where we keep the boxes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily lifted both hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was only an idea.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou planned to move my daughter out of her bedroom without talking to me?\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

\u201cI\u2019m trying to think about our future!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd Lily isn\u2019t part of that future?\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily froze.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t need to answer.<\/p>\n

For the first time, I understood what had really been happening over the last two years.<\/p>\n

Emily had never truly accepted my daughter.<\/p>\n

She had been kind while she was trying to convince me that she could fit into our family.<\/p>\n

But she had been waiting until after the marriage to start rearranging our lives.<\/p>\n

And Lily was the first thing she planned to move aside.<\/p>\n

At that moment, the processional music started.<\/p>\n

The guests stood.<\/p>\n

Emily took a breath and reached for my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re both upset. Let\u2019s finish the ceremony, and then we can talk about this privately.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stepped backward.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere won\u2019t be a wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n

PART 3<\/p>\n

Emily stared at me like she hadn\u2019t understood the words.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you just say?\u201d<\/p>\n

The music kept playing.<\/p>\n

\u201cI said there will be no ceremony.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou cannot cancel our wedding because a child misunderstood a conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at Lily.<\/p>\n

\u201cExactly because she is a child, you should never have put her in that position.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily glanced toward nearly one hundred guests waiting around the altar.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you have any idea how much money we\u2019re going to lose?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2019re seriously going to throw away more than thirty thousand dollars?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d rather lose money than teach my daughter that she has to accept humiliation just to keep me happy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily lowered her voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t do this here.\u201d<\/p>\n

For a few seconds, I understood exactly what she wanted.<\/p>\n

She wanted privacy.<\/p>\n

She wanted us to step into another room, protect appearances, and let everyone outside think everything was fine.<\/p>\n

I had spent much of my professional life solving problems quietly and avoiding unnecessary scenes.<\/p>\n

But this time, silence would have carried a price.<\/p>\n

Lily would have learned that telling the truth was the embarrassing part.<\/p>\n

I walked toward the microphone.<\/p>\n

The coordinator finally stopped the music.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you all for coming.\u201d<\/p>\n

The guests began looking at one another.<\/p>\n

Emily hurried toward me.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaniel, don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

I continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis wedding will not happen.\u201d<\/p>\n

A murmur moved through the garden.<\/p>\n

\u201cA few minutes ago, I found my daughter locked inside a service room. Emily told her she had to remain hidden until the ceremony ended because her presence interfered with the family we were supposedly creating.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is not what happened!\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily grabbed the second microphone.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe is taking a complicated conversation about blended families completely out of context.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you tell Lily she could not participate in the wedding?\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cI told her we needed some space.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you tell her she could no longer be the most important girl in my life?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her expression changed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t expect your wife to spend her whole marriage in second place!\u201d<\/p>\n

The garden became completely silent.<\/p>\n

I reached into my pocket and took out the wedding ring I had bought for her.<\/p>\n

I placed it on a nearby table.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy daughter is not occupying a place you need to take away from her.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily began crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re destroying everything because of one five-minute conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m making sure those five minutes don\u2019t become the next ten years.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her mother stepped forward and tried to intervene.<\/p>\n

\u201cDaniel, everybody is under stress. Emily has spent months planning this wedding. These problems happen in blended families.\u201d<\/p>\n

Claire answered before I could.<\/p>\n

\u201cLocking a terrified child inside a room is not wedding stress.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily turned toward her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve always wanted to break us up.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wasn\u2019t listening anymore.<\/p>\n

I crouched beside Lily.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re going home.\u201d<\/p>\n

As we started gathering our things, Emily followed us into the hallway.<\/p>\n

\n
\n

\u201cIf you walk out that door, I will never forgive you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour forgiveness is not what matters to me today.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI changed my whole life for you!\u201d<\/p>\n

I stopped.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor us?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI accepted your deployments, your schedule, Rebecca\u2019s pictures, Lily\u2019s moods\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

That word hit me.<\/p>\n

Accepted.<\/p>\n

To Emily, we were a list of inconveniences she had tolerated.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou never accepted my daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I did.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou tolerated her because you thought eventually you would have the authority to push her aside.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emily pulled off her engagement ring and dropped it on a table.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne day Lily is going to grow up and leave. Then you\u2019ll realize you sacrificed your happiness for a child who was never going to stay with you forever.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked toward my daughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe doesn\u2019t have to stay with me forever to deserve my protection today.\u201d<\/p>\n

We left.<\/p>\n

I thought the worst part was finished.<\/p>\n

I was wrong.<\/p>\n

During the following week, I learned how long Lily had been dealing with this.<\/p>\n

Emily had started removing pictures of Rebecca six months earlier.<\/p>\n

She told Lily that talking about her mother made me unhappy.<\/p>\n

She had convinced my daughter that staying quiet was somehow an act of love.<\/p>\n

Whenever I had training or had to travel, Emily would tell her:<\/p>\n

\u201cYour dad could spend more time with you, but adults have responsibilities too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Whenever Lily asked about the wedding, Emily accused her of wanting attention.<\/p>\n

And then there was something worse.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe told me if I told you what she said, you would cancel the wedding and end up alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt physically sick.<\/p>\n

My daughter had endured months of this because she thought she was protecting my happiness.<\/p>\n

Then things I had once dismissed began making sense.<\/p>\n

Her stomachaches.<\/p>\n

The way she became quiet whenever Emily entered the room.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

Her anxiety whenever furniture was moved.<\/p>\n

The nights she asked whether I would still love her the same after I had more children.<\/p>\n

I had noticed the signs.<\/p>\n

I had simply explained them away as anxiety about the wedding.<\/p>\n

A week later, we started therapy.<\/p>\n

Lily told the therapist everything.<\/p>\n

\u201cEmily said Dad needs a normal family and that I make everything harder because my mom died.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had to press my hands together to control my anger.<\/p>\n

I looked at my daughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cListen to me carefully. Your mother dying was never your fault. And you have never prevented me from having a family.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lily stayed quiet for a few seconds.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat if you want to marry somebody someday?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen that person will have to understand something from the beginning.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat loving me means respecting you. And it also means respecting the life and the people who existed before she came along.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lily looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWould you cancel another wedding for me?\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope I learn enough from this that I never get that far before seeing the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

Over the next month, Emily kept trying to contact me.<\/p>\n

At first, she denied everything.<\/p>\n

Then she said Lily had exaggerated.<\/p>\n

After that, she insisted her expectations had been reasonable because a wife should always be her husband\u2019s first priority.<\/p>\n

I answered only once through my attorney.<\/p>\n

Then I blocked her.<\/p>\n

I temporarily reduced some of my travel, and Claire began helping me more whenever I had to be away.<\/p>\n

Lily continued therapy.<\/p>\n

We returned Rebecca\u2019s photographs to the living room.<\/p>\n

We didn\u2019t want our home to become a museum of grief.<\/p>\n

We simply refused to act like remembering someone we loved was something shameful.<\/p>\n

Three months later, the estate called.<\/p>\n

They had found several belongings that had been left behind on the wedding day.<\/p>\n

One of them was Lily\u2019s pale blue flower basket.<\/p>\n

We went to collect it on a Saturday.<\/p>\n

The garden was empty.<\/p>\n

No guests.<\/p>\n

No tables.<\/p>\n

No flowers.<\/p>\n

Lily held the basket while looking down the aisle she had been supposed to walk that afternoon.<\/p>\n

\u201cI practiced for weeks, and I never got to finish.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want to finish now?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked surprised.<\/p>\n

Then she smiled.<\/p>\n

A few artificial flowers were still inside the basket.<\/p>\n

She took my arm.<\/p>\n

We walked together.<\/p>\n

She dropped petals as we went.<\/p>\n

There was no music.<\/p>\n

No photographer.<\/p>\n

No one waiting at the end.<\/p>\n

When we reached the empty arch, Lily looked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do we do now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNow we decide where we want to walk next.\u201d<\/p>\n

A year later, during a school project about families, Lily placed three photographs on a poster board.<\/p>\n

One of Rebecca.<\/p>\n

One of me in uniform.<\/p>\n

And one of Lily standing with me and Claire.<\/p>\n

A classmate asked if she ever wished she had a more normal family.<\/p>\n

Lily looked at the photographs.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy family is normal. Sometimes people die, plans change, and the people who stay have to keep choosing each other.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stood at the back of the classroom.<\/p>\n

And immediately, I remembered the little girl I had found sitting beside a washing machine, wondering whether her existence was ruining my happiness.<\/p>\n

For years, I had believed my job was to give her another mother, a stable house, and a family that looked like everyone else\u2019s.<\/p>\n

I had been wrong.<\/p>\n

Our family already existed.<\/p>\n

We didn\u2019t need someone to come along and complete it.<\/p>\n

We needed someone who could join it without trying to erase the people who had been there first.<\/p>\n

That afternoon, on what should have been my wedding day, I lost deposits, guests, plans, and the woman I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.<\/p>\n

But three minutes before I was supposed to walk toward the altar, I remembered a promise that mattered far more.<\/p>\n

The night Rebecca died, I held my daughter and promised her that as long as I was alive, she would never have to face the world alone.<\/p>\n

I had come dangerously close to breaking that promise.<\/p>\n

Until Lily found the courage to tell me the truth.<\/p>\n

There was no wedding that day.<\/p>\n

But as we walked away from that estate holding hands, I finally understood that the family I had been trying so hard to build had never been waiting for me at the altar.<\/p>\n

She had been walking beside me the entire time.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Three minutes before I was supposed to marry the woman I believed I loved, I found my nine-year-old daughter sitting on the floor of a laundry room, her flower basket … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":20713,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20712","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-new-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20712","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=20712"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20712\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20714,"href":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20712\/revisions\/20714"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/20713"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=20712"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=20712"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/reallifedaily.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=20712"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}