When I discovered who and why my daughter had been hidden in a closet during our wedding, I was horrified.
I had made the decision to never get married again after my divorce. My goal in life was to dedicate myself entirely to my daughter.
Then a man entered our life one day. He was considerate, respectful, and—above all—he got along well with my kid. She loved him, and I could see by the look in her eyes that she felt secure in his company.
I was a little hesitant when he proposed to me. However, my daughter gave me a hug and asked, “Please say yes, Mom.” So I agreed.
Everything went perfectly on the day of our wedding. Our little flower girl, my daughter, was given the responsibility of carrying the flower basket. However, she was nowhere to be seen when the music began, right before she was meant to walk down the aisle.
We looked everywhere. Then we discovered her, imprisoned in a closet, a few minutes later. Still clutching her flower basket, she sobbed.
“Why was I punished, Mom?” she murmured quietly as she emerged, her confused gaze fixed on me. She then indicated the individual who had imprisoned her.
When I found out who did it and why, I was crushed.
She gestured toward my mother-in-law, Melanie.
“She’s not even my real granddaughter,” she said icily when I challenged her. My granddaughter Emma ought to have been the flower girl and brought the bouquets.
Shocked, the guests held their breath.
Still certain that she had done nothing wrong, Mélanie was led out of the room without saying another word.
Then, with tearful eyes, I leaned down to Amelia and said in a whisper, “It’s still your moment, if you want it.”
Determined, she just nodded.
To the guests’ heartfelt cheers, the music resumed, and Amelia walked down the aisle in a reverent stillness.
She dispersed her petals with elegance, grace, and a great deal of bravery despite her diminutive size.
She approached me at the conclusion, beaming, and exclaimed, “I did it.”
