"Ah women", thought Papa Dong as he walked into the bride's room only to be confronted by a sea of women crying a river of tears. He looked to his wife whose face shined with pride and tears as she smoothed a long flowing vein then to Daoming Feng who stood behind his daughter and looked at their reflection together in the mirrors then to Daoming Zhuang who kneeled in front of his daughter and set a pair of, where those green crocodile?, shoes on her feet and had taken a moment to beam a smile of delight and pure goodness at her, then to Mrs Yu who held his daughter's hand in hers while wiping away both their tears with a small laugh for them both and then finally to his daughter. His beautiful, strong, and courageous daughter who stood in front of the mirror, looked at herself with a sense of wonder and then turned to each woman in turn for a kiss and a quick, quiet word for each. When she was done, his daughter then turned to him and said, "Papa, I'm ready."
And with those words, he looked at her for a moment and caught up in a cascade of memories from holding plump newborn toes to cleaning scraped knees to watching her learn about love, he finally let loose the tears that surprised no one and said in a whisper, "My dear girl".
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FanfictionHello Gardeners! Here is my contribution to my #MeteorGardenFanFicFestival, Wedding edition. The idea was to right the wrongs of the wedding and put our own spin on it. My story was broken into sections by character and each part was only 5 sentenc...
