I glanced toward the kitchen, where Sophie was eating breakfast, laughing at something Nate had said.
“I hope you remember this time,” I told her.
“I will.”
And when I looked at that final photograph again, I realized something.
Amanda hadn’t needed a perfect wedding.
She’d needed to remember that the people who loved her had never required her to be perfect.
And neither had Sophie.
Was Brittany justified in interrupting Amanda’s wedding, or should she have handled the confrontation privately?
Found this story interesting? Here’s another one for you: At 76, I bought a swimsuit so I could swim with my granddaughter. A cruel comment from my daughter-in-law made me cover up instead. I thought embarrassment was the worst part of that afternoon, until an innocent question revealed that humiliation had started long before we reached the pool.
