#30DayWritingChallenge: A wedding.

Day Twenty-Seven: A wedding.

A favorite among the weddings I have been in was one where we blew bubbles as the newlyweds went out of the church. In most weddings, the guests would be throwing rice or flower petals. This couple thought of a nod to wedding tradition that was more environment-friendly.

The couple then both rode in bicycles — one for the bride, one for the groom — instead of taking a car to the wedding reception. It must have been a sight, seeing the bride still in her gown, riding a bicycle along the streets of Makati. People who saw them thought that it was a scene from a movie shoot.

Bride on a bicycle.

Sadly, it was also a marriage that did not last. The couple separated a few years later, possibly breaking many of the former couple’s friends’ hearts. Some love stories just do not end up in an ever after.

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In her dream, my mother wandered into a movie shoot with Tito Sotto.

While we were having brunch, my mother recounted to me a dream she had last night.

It was my sister’s wedding. (IRL, my sister got married two years ago.) She woke up late and everybody in the house has already left for the church. From the distance, she can hear the wedding march playing.

Panicking, she quickly got dressed but couldn’t find her bra. So she wore her dress without it. Already crying in panic, she also grabbed what she thought was a handkerchief. It was only after she left the house when she realized that it was one of my black tank tops.

Although she can hear the wedding march playing, the church itself was pretty far. Worse, there were no public vehicles passing. She had to walk all the way to the church while conscious of how her breast showed through her gown.

The first church she went into was empty; there was no wedding. The next church she arrived in was crowded with a wedding entourage. But it turned out to be because of a movie shoot and Tito Sotto was one of the actors.

Back on the road while looking for the right church, a man saw her and offered to drive her to the church. She was crying the entire time they were driving. The next church they saw was still not the right church. Finally, in her fourth attempt, she found the right church where my sister and the rest of the family was.

But the wedding was over. She did not even make it to the picture-taking. Still weeping, she finally woke up, with her chest heavy.

Ma and Pa during my sister's wedding.

Although she was laughing it off, it was a little painful to hear her tell me how she was panicking and weeping when she realized she might not make it to her daughter’s wedding. Because I can just picture it happening in real life. My mother often cannot deal with emergencies very well, and she will be running around while flustered. Or she will weep.

“Didn’t you remember that Maia (my sister) is already married?” I asked her, after she recounted her dream. It was a dream and she did not remember. And maybe the crushing despair took hold of her while she was helplessly walking, looking for the right church where her family was.