The ceremony was fascinating and beautiful.
It was over in approximately two hours. Our pastor was the one who named them. My daughter was given the name Bethany, and we decided to name her after my biological mother, whom I adore and wish was here with me today, but my stepmother stood strong for me and didn't make me miss her nearly as much. We were asked to dance after the wedding, and we did so happily and passionately. People began to gather around us and dance with us.
After the dancing, someone approached Samuel and stood in front of him. Samuel's mother was radiant in her traditional garb, and her beauty shone through.
How could she not have a child as attractive as Samuel? I was perplexed. She is still able to turn heads at the age of fifty. I locked my gaze on Samuel as if to
