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My Own Mother Hid Her Wedding From Me, but Nothing Prepared Me for Who She Married
“Mom,” I said quickly, before she could greet me. My voice was too sharp, too rushed.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’re getting married?”
“I was going to,” she said softly.
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“I was waiting for the right time.”
I swallowed hard. “Am I invited?”
She hesitated, then slowly shook her head. My heart sank like a rock dropped in still water.
“It’s better this way,” she said.
“For who?” My voice cracked, too loud for the quiet night.
