"We're going dress shopping," my mother says.
My wedding is approaching. Faster and faster. I want it to stop. I really like Eli but I am not ready to get married. Not at all.
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As the wedding planner person puts the veil on my head, I almost start to cry. Not happy tears as one would expect but sad tears. I feel as if I am completely a child and I am playing dress up. I cannot find magic and wonder within the idea of this wedding. Don't get me wrong, Eli is amazing and if I had to choose anyone for this to happen with would be him. However, all of this means we'll probably be taken out of contact with both of our families.
That being said, the dress is gorgeous. Beading, lace, silk, the whole nine yards. It exudes a feeling of beauty and happiness. It makes me look like the stereotypical blushing bride.
"It's perfect!" my mother exclaims, tearing up. "It's everything I imagined and more. We'll take it!"
She hands a couple of high valued bills to the cashier. She's beaming with pride.
"Thank you, Mother," I say, with my eyes hung low.
"Aira, I could not ask for a better daughter," my mother cooes. "You're amazing. You've grown so much and I can't believe you're getting married. I love you so much."
In that moment it all hits me. My mother is dying. I've known it for a while but I've been so caught up in my own interests. She's dying and haven't been spending enough time with her.
So, even though it doesn't change anything, I give her a big hug. And we stand there hugging for awhile and everything in the world feels right.
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A/N
I've decided to dedicate this chapter to Divergentrebel14 (sorry I didn't put in the underscores) because she has given me motivation to keep writing and I really want to thank her for that. Her comments also always leave me with a smile on my face
So, a big round of applause for her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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