The Worst Wedding I Have Ever Been to

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“Dary guess what? Julie getting married”, my mother blurted out to me. I had barely placed the phone at my ear and she was already in the middle of the conversation. “The wedding is going to be Saturday coming and we’ve been invited. The wedding is going to be at one of the branches of her church in Santa Cruz”, she informed me. Julie was a family friend and a customer of my mother. The news of her getting married came as no surprise to anyone as she had been having a very successful relationship of which a three year old daughter was a product. The big day has arrived and I was getting ready to meet my mother in Santa Cruz wile in Mandeville. The journey to Santa Cruz was most uncomfortable. I am a Seventh Day Adventist, as of such the only place I’m used to being is church. The music in the taxi made me feel as if I was in a strange land. There was a heated debate between the driver and one of the passengers, which resulted in profanities being hurled back and forth between them. I prayed to God that the journey would end quickly and safely. Eventually, we arrived in Santa Cruz and proceeded to the designated area where I would meet my mother. Approximately fifteen minutes after my arrival I saw a hand beckoning to me. Close inspection of this hand I realized it was my mother. I hurried to the car with my bag as the car had stopped in a no parking zone. We exchanged greetings in the car; we made our way to the church for the wedding; especially between my mother and I, after all it had been two months since I saw her. We arrived at the church at approximately eleven thirty, an hour and a half after the time slated for the wedding to begin. To our surprise there were very little persons in the church. We were informed that there would be a late start as the entire bridal party were behind schedule. As time went by the bridal party arrived in sections; first the

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