My Youth Remains

The year 2028.  The weather is perfect for today's important event. The sun is shining brightly. The sky is a sapphire blue expanse studded with fluffy white clouds. The view is breathtaking. Flowers are blooming, birds are flying joyously, the breeze is gently blowing, kids are having fun, while the dogs are running about on the lawn. Everyone smiles with delight and contentment. The Choir is rehearsing. The instruments are performing a dry run. The chef is completing the menus. Caterers are finishing up the setup. Photographers are recording every detail. The outfits are being polished by a stylist and a make-up artist. 5 minutes, The ceremony is about to begin. I'm nervous. We're nervous. This is the day. "Ms. Amanda, it's time." the coordinator said, calling me out. As we enter the chapel, the ceremony is already underway. Guests, friends, and family members sat on either side of the aisle leading to the groom. The audience is filled with the sweet sounds of classical music. The air is filled with the aroma of freshly cut flowers. And I thought to myself that everything is wonderful and gorgeous.  Everyone is staring at us as we go down the long, white carpet, each step bringing us closer to the groom.  I glance around, everyone seems happy and excited.  As we approached the groom, he asks my mother, "Mr. Fuente, Do you want to entrust her to me?" and she nods as she wipes the tears from her eyes. I can feel my tears welling up, but I shouldn't cry since it would ruin my make-up. I smiled. I'm leaping for excitement on the inside.