Now my oldest daughter, Adele, was getting married.
When I told her that her mother wanted to come to the wedding, she smiled and said:
“Dad, tell her she can come. I’ll even prepare a special welcome for her.”
I didn’t want to see Maya.
But if this was what my daughter wanted, I wasn’t going to stand in her way.
The wedding day arrived.
All the guests had gathered.
Then Maya showed up.
She was wearing an expensive sparkly dress and carrying a designer handbag.
She hugged Adele and said:
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