On the day of my younger brother’s wedding, Marvin and all six of his children showed up.
He was dressed in a navy-blue suit. He looked energetic and proud.
His children were also wearing formal clothes. The girls were like miniature versions of Clara, while the boys bore an uncanny resemblance to Marvin.
Even Clara was wearing a luxurious apricot yellow evening gown. Her gown perfectly matches Marvin and the children's clothes.
I laughed bitterly to myself.
Clara had always claimed she hated wearing a luxurious evening gown. Now, I just realized that she did not hate it. She actually did not want to wear a matching outfit with me.
My in-laws hovered around the children, their eyes filled with love and affection.
They fussed over them because they worried the children would trip or bump into something. Although they were so tired that sweat covered their body, they kept making sure that the children stayed safe. However, it was clear, they enjoyed every moment of it.
Marvin handed my brother a bank card and said, "There is one hundred and forty-eight thousand and five hundred dollars in the card. I wish you and your wife a lifetime of happiness."