Epilogue
-8 Months Later-
I looked at my mom as she put on the white dress that pooled around her feet. She looked very pretty and shiny when the sun illuminated white on every furniture in the hotel room.
She looked at me through the mirror as some people did her makeup and hair. I only knew Auntie Trish, the other people...pssh who knew. Obviously not me. Her hair was bouncy and swirly. They looked like ringlets. When they weren't fixing her up to make her look prettier she'd let me bounce them on my palm.
And then she'd look in the mirror and cry. When I'd ask her why she'd smile and say "Baby I'm so happy" And then Trish would yell at her then re-do her makeup. I smile then leave when they fix her.
Across from my mom's hotel room was my dad's room. The door was unlocked because pe
