On the morning of my ex-husband’s wedding to my younger sister, our 9-year-old daughter asked one question I couldn’t answer, then left with her grandma carrying a gift bag. Hours later, my cousin called me and said Amelia had stopped the family ceremony, and suddenly everyone was waiting for her.
On the morning of Ryan’s wedding, I was fastening the last button on the back of Amelia’s dress when she asked me a question I wasn’t ready for.
“Mom?”
Amelia had stopped the family ceremony, and suddenly everyone was waiting for her.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
She was staring at herself in the mirror, but she wasn’t looking at the dress.
“If Dad marries Aunt Lina, is she still Aunt Lina?”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
Amelia frowned. “Even if she keeps saying she’ll be my bonus mom?”
I took a hard gulp.
“If Dad marries Aunt Lina, is she still Aunt Lina?”
“She’s still your aunt.”
Amelia nodded slowly.
“And you’re still her sister?”
I had to look away.
I couldn’t answer that.
She thought about what she’d asked for another few seconds.
Then she picked up the little white gift bag Lina had sent over for her and said, “Okay.”
“And you’re still her sister?”
Something about that “okay” stayed with me after my mother arrived.
***
Mom looked me up and down. “You’re really staying home?”
“I already told you I was.”
Mom sighed loudly.
“Annie, this bitterness has gone on long enough. Lina is your sister.”
I looked at her.
“Annie, this bitterness has gone on long enough. Lina is your sister.”
That was the part nobody in my family seemed interested in remembering.
Mom then said, “She deserves happiness too.”
Amelia stood beside the door, watching us.
I didn’t want another fight in front of her.
So I only said, “Have a good time, baby.”
Amelia hugged me.
“I love you, Mom.”
That was the part nobody in my family seemed interested in remembering.
“I love you too.”
Then Mom muttered, “You could try acting like a sister for one day.”
I shut the door after them before I said something I would regret.
My other three children argued over cartoons while I curled beneath a blanket and tried not to picture the ceremony three towns away.
“You could try acting like a sister for one day.”
Ryan standing at the altar.
Lina in white.
My parents smiling.
Everyone pretending there had not been another wife first.
