11/02/2026
I used to think people who cried on their wedding day were just overreacting. I never understood why anyone would cry on such a joyful day.
Fast forward to my own wedding day, and I finally understood everything.
During the Mother’s Day prayer session organized by my mum’s NASFAT group, my mind was filled with so many thoughts that I couldn’t even concentrate on the prayers. A woman beside me tapped me and said, “You are the one they are praying for, you should be saying Amen.”
Before I could gather myself, another woman spoke angrily, saying, “Is it not because of you that all these people gathered here? Why are you looking unhappy?” A man also joined and asked if I didn’t appreciate the prayers my mother had organized for me.
The traditional wedding and the court wedding went beautifully. I tried so hard to stay strong and not cry at the reception.
But the moment my mum came to tell me she was going home and that I now belonged to my husband’s home, my heart could no longer hold it in. The tears I had been fighting finally fell. She advised me, and I held her tightly. At that moment, I didn’t want her to leave me. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
Then my cousin, Aunty Billy, came to advise me too, and I broke down again. It felt like everyone was leaving me behind all at once.
In that moment, I realized that it wasn’t just a wedding day… it was the day I truly left my parents’ house and stepped into a new life.
But thank God, with time, I am learning to embrace my new home and my new title.
A new chapter has begun, and I pray God gives me the grace to walk in it with love and strength. ❤️