On the wedding day, in a small church decorated with flowers , I wore my grandmother's dress, carefully altered.
As we walked down the aisle, Jean whispered to me emotionally:
"I'm so proud of you."
I smiled, moved.
In that simple yet powerful moment, I understood that some truths do not always need to be spoken in order to exist.
And sometimes, the deepest family love is the kind someone chooses to give, day after day.
