Chasing Greatness :A Journey Of Hope

chapter 6: miracle

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It was a beautiful Sunday morning. The sun was shining brightly, and everything seemed peaceful. My mom, looking radiant as always, received a call from my dad. This time, it was good news—finally, the kind of news she had been praying for. My dad was ready to pay her bride price.

Wait a minute—you're probably wondering, weren’t they already married? Nope! My mom had simply moved in with my dad, and nothing official had ever been done. But in our culture, as long as a woman has a baby with a man—let alone four—she’s automatically considered his wife.

For my mom, though, this moment meant the world. She had waited so long for this recognition. It was validation, proof that she was officially part of my dad’s family. My mom was over the moon. Finally, her time had come!

But little did she know, a storm was brewing behind the scenes.

Preparations for the traditional marriage kicked off almost immediately. My dad couldn’t attend in person, as he was still in Italy, so his family members represented him. Despite this, everything seemed to be going smoothly.

The day of the ceremony arrived, and we were all so excited! My sisters and I curled our hair beautifully and wore our best clothes. The air buzzed with music, laughter, and joy. The celebration was everything we could have hoped for.

We danced throughout the day, filled with happiness and pride. My mom looked stunning in her attire, her smile lighting up the entire event. It was a moment of triumph, love, and unity—or so we thought.