“Now you’ll have one.”
I cried again.
A few weeks later, they showed me the house.
It was simple… but perfect.
A small porch. Light walls. A backyard ready for planting.
“You can grow tomatoes here,” I said.
Mark laughed.
“I knew you’d say that.”
Inside, something caught my attention.
A frame on the wall.
Inside it… a piece of my green dress.
Below it, a small plaque:
“The story of a mother who turned effort into love.”
“You did this…” I whispered.
Laura smiled.
“Because that dress is part of our story.”
Life slowly changed after that.
I still went to the market sometimes, but no longer carried heavy loads. Mark insisted on helping.
“You’ve done enough.”
Sometimes Laura came with me, chatting with everyone.
One day, a woman approached me.
“Are you Donna Teresa?”
“Yes…”
“I saw your story online.”
I was surprised.
“Online?”
“Someone recorded the wedding moment.”
The video had spread. Thousands had seen it.
“Many mothers were moved,” she said.
“I just did what any mother would do.”
“Not everyone has your strength,” she replied.
Months later, Laura invited me to dinner.
She took my hand… and placed it on her belly.
“You’re going to be a grandmother.”
I laughed and cried at the same time.
“My God…”
Mark hugged me.