By Don Momosaki
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I mean…there were my parents—my mother and father—sitting in the second row; my brother standing beside me, holding the ring; my two sisters, several cousins, my great-aunt, aunt, uncle, closest friends, and even a few professional colleagues—all sitting inside the local Catholic church (with its St. Francis statue out front), wearing their nicest suits and newest dresses, while in front of them, facing the altar on my left, waited my diminutive bride whose belly—despite her specially designed taffeta gown and the strategic positioning of her tail—obviously held new life.
Well done
A new kind of title and narrative for me.