On the wedding day, everyone admired the dress — except Loretta. In front of all our guests, she mocked it loudly. “Please tell me you didn’t let that child make it,” she scoffed, even patting Lucas’s head as if he were a toddler. Lucas looked down and whispered, “I’m sorry, Mom,” breaking my heart.
The courtyard erupted in cheers. Lucas cried in Michael’s arms, and Loretta stormed out. The rest of the night overflowed with joy. Lucas danced between us and whispered, “Mom… I have a dad now.” I smiled and told him, “You always did.” The crocheted dress now hangs in our room — a reminder of love, courage, and the family we chose together.
