“I was going to hide at my son’s wedding because my dress was old… but when my daughter-in-law saw the green dress, she interrupted the ceremony and the whole gathering burst into tears.”

 

In addition, I felt like I was playing a role.

So, finally, I made a decision.

I would go to the wedding in my green dress.

Not out of pride.

But because it was the only thing that truly belonged to me.

The wedding day arrived.

The church was filled with white flowers, soft music, and elegant people.

The guests wore expensive suits and sparkling dresses.

As soon as I crossed the threshold, I felt their eyes.

Some smiled with curiosity.

Others were whispering.

“I think that’s the groom’s mother…”

“What a shame… she should have dressed better…”

I felt my face turn crimson with shame.

I slowly made my way to a bench at the back of the church, trying not to attract attention.

I only wanted one thing:

to see my son get married and then leave in silence.

But then something happened that I could never have imagined.

The music stopped for a moment.

The church doors opened.

And Laura appeared.

She wore a wonderful white dress, as if she had stepped out of a fairy tale.

Everyone stood up to watch her walk down the aisle.

But halfway there…

 

She stopped.

 

His gaze fixed on me.

Then she walked straight over to where I was sitting.

A deathly silence fell over the church.

Nervous, I stood up.

“Laura… I’m sorry if…”

But before I could finish my sentence, she took my hands.

My rough hands…

marked by years of work in the market.

Her eyes filled with tears.

And in a low voice, she asked:

” Mom…

Is that the dress you were wearing when you gave birth to Marcos?

I remained frozen.

“Yes, my daughter…” I replied timidly.

“It’s the only valuable thing I own.”

Then Laura started to cry.

But these were not tears of sadness.

They were tears filled with emotion.

Suddenly, she turned to all the guests and said aloud:

“Before the ceremony resumes… I would like to do something.”

She took my hand and led me to the altar.

My legs were trembling.

“I want everyone to know something,” she said.

She looked at my green dress and continued:

“This dress isn’t old.”

“This dress is steeped in history.”

She pointed at me affectionately.

“It was in this dress that this woman gave birth to the man I love today.”

Then she looked at Marcos, who was already crying.

“It was in this same dress… that she was present on the day of her graduation.”

She took a deep breath.

“And today… she wore it again to see him become her husband.”

 

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