After so much pain

I guess there is nothing sadder than seing a parent cry with defeat in the arms of the child that has caused him so much pain. To see the muscles beneath his eyes twitch involuntarily in protest of suppression. To feel his apology, yet not hear it. To embrace his trembling frame against your own.

To welcome a stranger back into your heart...

My father and I have not agreed in a lot of things. We have stood our ground and sufferred each other's silence. But how can you not cry when a father promises his child his presence, walking with you down the aisle, embracing what should be? How can you resist forgiveness when a figure so proud bows down in total surrender to your bidding?

I am Golda Concepcion, and my father will walk me down the aisle on March 18, on the day when Myke and I start our new life together.