MY EYES opened from a wonderful dream. It was of me, holding a bouquet of different beautiful flowers and I was wearing a pristine white dress—the perfect wedding dress I’ve been saving for myself. I thought this day would never come, but here I am.
My dress sways from the wind as I walked through a wooden arch decorated with coiled vines and flowers. It was a long, endless altar, at hindi ko alam kung saan iyon patungo. Yet, somehow, I know someone was patiently waiting for me at the end of it.
I saw mom and dad, my brothers and their wives and children, my cousins and their own families and they all looked so happy for me. I could still see their faces vividly even with my eyes open.
I blinked the tears away from my eyes. It’s ridiculous to be crying from something that isn’t even re
