
16/08/2025
Five years after my wife Natalie's death, I received an invitation to my old best friend Stefan's wedding. We had lost touch after he joined the military, but I was thrilled to reconnect. I brought my 5-year-old daughter with me.
The ceremony was beautiful.
Then came the moment.
The bride walked in, her face hidden beneath a delicate white veil. A hushed gasp rippled through the guests as Stefan lifted it.
I stopped breathing.
The world tilted.
Tears burned down my face before I even realized I was crying.
My daughter, sitting beside me, saw my expression and whispered,
"Daddy, why are you crying?"
I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. And then the bride saw me and looked at me with wide eyes. ⬇️