In Love With My Son-in-Law

~Ophelia~ I could not believe it was finally the day that my daughter was to be married to the man of her dreams. This was actually one of the things that I had been looking forward to all this timenthe happiness of my baby girl finally finding hers. Ever since she was six, Amara had dreamed about this day, imagining the flowers, the dress, the music, and even the moment she would walk down the aisle. I smiled at the thought and tried to push aside the whirlwind of emotions in my chest. Pride, nostalgia, and a faint ache from my own past mingled together, but I knew I had to be strong. Today wasn’t about me; it was about her. I shook off my thoughts and made my way to her bedroom. Today, it was my job to see her off to her husband. Rio was such a remarkable man. I was certain he would be a good husband kind, reliable, and considerate. He had everything one could hope for in a partner, and more importantly, he made my daughter happy. He was a doctor, ambitious, and came from a respected family. It wasn’t that we were poorly off, but it was comforting to know my daughter would be joining a family without scandal, someone who could provide stability and love. Every mother wishes for this, especially for the daughters they have poured their hearts into raising. I had been divorced for ten years now. I didn’t like thinking about my ex-husband, the man who had casually told me one day that he no longer found me attractive, only to marry my former secretary three months later. That memory still stung, but I shoved it aside. Today wasn’t for pain-it was for joy. When I entered Amara’s bedroom, I found her with her best friend, Melissa, who was putting the final touches on her makeup. The room was a whirl of laughter, perfume, and the faint rustle of fabric. I paused at the door, watching the two girls, so alive with excitement. “You have no idea that it is actually you my brother has chosen for a bride,” Melissa said, her voice full of playful teasing as she looked at Amara through the mirror. Melissa was Rio’s sister, and it was through her that the couple had met. She had been an important part of Amara’s journey toward this day, and the two of them clearly shared a special bond. “You also have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to being your sister-in-law,” Amara replied, and soon the two were laughing again, caught up in their own joy. I lingered for a moment, enjoying the sight, but then remembered how little time we had. The ceremony was set to begin in fifteen minutes, and I needed to make sure everything was ready. “Ehmm,” I coughed lightly, and the sound drew their attention immediately. “Mom!” Amara exclaimed, spinning around in surprise. “Mrs. Ophelia,” Melissa added in unison, both standing quickly, as though they had been caught doing something they shouldn’t. I smiled, shaking my head. My heart swelled with affection for these two young women-so full of hope and excitement. I stepped further into the room, taking a deep breath, feeling the weight of this moment. Soon, my little girl would be married. #In love with my son-in-law.