My sister's wedding
...ight here, don’t panic. Every thing will be all right. Just look at you! You look… radiant!” “I’m not feeling well, Sarah… I’ve got this splitting headache… could you give me a couple of aspirins, please?” “Here” “No. I’ll have a Valium, instead. Pass me my bag, please. Put your skates on! No, no, just… make me some linden tea, or-” I walked up to her, put my arm round her shoulder and murmured: “Why don’t you lie down and relax a little bit. You’re just anxious and nervous. It’s normal. I’ll see to everything. Don’t worry.” An hour later, my sister was having her hair done when I my mother breezed in. She wouldn’t stop commenting on the large amount of money my father had spent on that wedding, and on how thrilled she was. I tried to get her out of the room, since my sister was still a bundle of nerves and her talking would make matters worse. My plan failed and my mother succeeded in getting on my sister’s nerves. The bride paced the room up and down, crying, shouting, and sweating. My mother grew anxious as well, and joined her in her hysterics. For my own safety, I silently left the room and let them deal with the crisis themselves. Fifteen minutes to go. All the various parents, brothers, sisters, children on both sides had already rolled in. I was catching up with a distant cousin when my mobile rang. It was my sister begging me to meet her in the bathroom. I apologized to my cousin and answered my sister’s request, once again. This time she was a real mess. She took a deep breath, and opened up: -“I can’t marry Ethan. I’m deeply in love with someone else” No sooner did she say that that we heard the wedding bells. I was stunned. I opened my mouth to say something, but my voice wouldn’t come out. All at once, the door was opened and our mother entered with a big smile on her face, and asked whether the bride was ready to commit herself to a life of eternal wedded bliss. My sister nodded and walked out. ...