Non-Fiction Essay

Something Old

I looked at myself in the mirror. The clear, delicate butterfly clip was perfectly snug in my soft curls and braids. I was adorned with sweet-smelling flowers I smiled as I twirled in my lace dress. I picked up my dress, princess-style and flowed to the kitchen. My sisters stood ready to get some pictures. We laughed, we smiled, we hugged. The dogs joined us for a few as well. I peered around the corner to see out the door without revealing myself. Many people had gathered.

It was nearly time.

The girls, my mom and brother were sent out the back door, and my dad and I snuck out the front. Carefully stepping with my dress in my hands we went around the other side of the house, remaining unseen. Reaching the tent, I fixed my dress. Music began and pair by pair they took off, slipping under the twinkling lights. The music changed again and my father took my arm as we walked, together down the aisle. There were smiles and many tears. I looked up at him, my heart ready to flutter away. And then, a beautiful, delicate, clear butterfly swirled around me and landed on her seat. Everyone had arrived.