After that day, my father and Mary only grew closer. Meanwhile, the preparations for my wedding with Miles were moving full speed ahead. Miles went along with everything I wanted and never pushed me into anything I did not feel comfortable with.The venue was decorated simply but warmly. For the head table, I made sure to save spots for my father, Mary, and Miles’ parents.Before the ceremony started, I was sitting in the wedding car, waiting for the convoy to head to the venue. Miles sat next to me, holding my hand tightly.I gazed out the window at the passing scenery, feeling hopeful and excited about every day I would get to spend with Miles.Then, something caught my eye.By a trash can on the side of the road, a woman in faded, dirty clothes was bent over, rummaging through the garbage. Her hair was a mess, her face was smudged with grime, and she wore old, tattered gloves. She looked thin and worn out.When I looked closer, my heart sank. It was my mother.G
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