I realize there’s no way to make my special day become perfect, because it never meant to be perfect. It’s never about the gown, place, food, even song. It’s about a mother’s tears when the ceremony take place. It’s about father’s permission.
What makes a wedding special is when you’re bursting tears upon your mom and dad’s feet, apologizing for every single mistakes you’ve done, asking permission to become someone’s wife. And I will never have those special moment.