Like many females out there, I always pictured my wedding to be nothing short of a fairy tale; and by fairy tale I mean a horse and white carriage, the prettiest dress that money could buy, a castle-like venue with the perfect music playing as I walked down the aisle towards my prince charming. Life has a way of not working out the way that you thought and planned it would, it goes in a completely different direction from what you thought was perfect for you. But hell, it never crossed my mind that I would be wearing a pair of Elijah's sweatpants that I had tied tightly around my waist and then folded it on the waist so that it could stay on, and Elijah's plain hoodie with no bra underneath because I had moved in such a rush. My hair was still wet and in a low pony, wetting Elijah's hoodie and I could feel the slight cold on my back. I wasn't even wearing any shoes, the bottom of my feet were filthy, and my father was lying in a hospital bed, struggling to