The place was really built to perfection. Around were mint green flowers hanging around the place, the aisle was like a road to heaven, the place was made to perfection. It was truly the wedding of the century. When everyone’s complete, the ceremony started.
“She is the older sister of Emi, I never thought she looks good. Now, I wonder why Frank left him.” As I walk on the aisle, one of the visitors didn’t notice that her voice was too loud for me to hear her, and she just brightens my winter day.
I was standing in front when Emi entered the aisle, there she was, the prettiest bride for my mom- and maybe for everybody-, a bride that described the meaning of beauty, sophistication and charm in her white long dress. She is definitely a fine, young, and lovely bride for a winter day.
Then in front of me, at the other side of the aisle, I saw a fine man standing, a man who looks perfect in his black suit. He was one of the most successful bachelor I know, he’s nose was a great masterpiece, his eyes were like the perfect material for hypnotization, his hair was fixed yet he still looks hot, his body was like sculpted to perfection, his arms were like not real that you need to touch them to prove they are. Truly, he is a perfect combination. One thing is missing, a personality that will compliment the perfect look, an attitude of keeping promises, and an ego to realize that it’s not ok to marry an ex’s sister. Yes, he was once mine. That beautiful creature once held my hand but suddenly, he just let go.
I can’t help it, at the back of my mind, I was thinking that this was supposed to be my wedding, this was supposed to be my love story but two women ruined it all. What’s worse is that- the women were my mom and Emi, my sister.
All day, I pretended to be the best sister Emi had-aside from the fact that I’m the only sister. I pretended to be happy for both of them even if inside I’m slowly dying in pain. At the reception, where people will surely start asking what happened to me and Frank- or I’m just being assuming, I decided not to go. I told mom that I booked my flight for Philippines at the same day-well, that’s for real. At first, she freaked out because mom, in front of every people, she is the best mom in the world both for Emi and me-even thou it’s pretty obvious that she hates me big time. But, I do understand her. All of us have our pretentions; all of us will use it at some point of our lives. We just have different ways, but still, pretention is inevitable.
I flew back to the Philippines after packing my things, I was that excited to leave. When I reached the country, it was a typical day. I went straight to my place, a simple black and white unit with dark blue room. It was simple but this is what heaven means to me. I switched on the air conditioner, changed on my PJs, and cuddled with my white bed. I just feel like losing my mind even just for a night. The tiredness of the plane ride was good for me, it helped me rest without thinking even just those little things that’s bothering me lately. I just want to forget Illinois, Emi, Mom, Frank, and the wedding even just for a while.
