from everyday to wedding II


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from everyday to wedding II

Amalia and Davide’s Wedding

 

”Dad?”
The was there, poking her head in at his door, and was calling him.

The bride, that is, his daughter.

Yes, his daughter. She had always been his main and most powerful source of , only second to his wife, the woman he had so much loved and respected for over three decades now.

He had seen his daughter being born, and then day by day growing from a little, delicate into a strong and brave young woman, just perfect, lovely in every age, the child that every parent on earth would most probably want to have.

Today, she was getting married. Of course she would have continued striving for perfection, he was sure she would have had no problem whatsoever in embodying the , then the , and yet there was one thing she would have inevitably stopped being: the fair of his household, whom he had loved so dearly for nearly thirty years of his , was now going to be someone else’s.

”Dad?”

There she was, perfect in her splendid . How could one be surprised!

Happiness was all over her in spite of the menacing clouds outside the window on that day, that she had in fact hardly noticed. ”It’s time to go or we’ll be late, you know!”

”Oh yes, of course!” he said, as he smiled back and tried not to appear as sad as he actually was. Looking at her, so radiant and glad a bride, he now knew he had to be happy because so she was, and because she truly couldn’t have found a better man than her husband-to-be.

I you so much, dad!”, she said hugging him tightly.

”So do I, my darling. So do I…” he replied, almost in a whisper.

Texts by Laura ”Croft” Vivio

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  • Model: Canon EOS 50D
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