Lara nodded, her grip on my hand tightening, and then she did something I will never forget. She turned to the guests, her voice clear and strong.“Everyone,” she began, her voice echoing through the grand hall, “this is my mother-in-law, Aling Teresa. Today, she wears a dress that carries the weight of countless memories and unconditional love. It’s not just a dress; it’s a testament to her dedication as a mother and the sacrifices she has made for Marco to be the man he is today.”

A hush fell over the crowd. The whispers ceased, and the smiles turned from polite to genuine. I could see tears glistening in the eyes of many, moved by Lara’s words and the story of my dress. Marco, standing at the altar, looked back at me with pride and gratitude.Lara continued, “To me, this dress is not old or faded; it’s a symbol of strength, resilience, and love. Aling Teresa, you have raised a wonderful son, and today we celebrate not just our union, but the family we are blessed to become. Thank you for everything.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I felt an overwhelming sense of belonging and respect. Lara embraced me, and the warmth of her hug was a balm to my anxious heart. In that hug, I felt the acceptance of not just an individual, but the acceptance of a family, a community.