Its May the fourth, year 2019.
It wasn't too hot.. nor was it cold. The weather was just right, the wind was just right and the sun beamed on my face as I stepped out of the limo in front of the church.
I picked up my dress and began walking.
I looked down at Amira and smoothed her beautiful hair out and grabbed her hand. I made my way into the building with everyone in front of me.
My maid of honor Morgan, my bridesmaids, Jayla, Tima, Chandra.
My flower girls Amira, Maya, Kay Kay.
& my miniature bride, Chay.
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أدب الهواة"You never know how strong you are, until being strong is all you have."