I am Aling Teresa, 58 years old.
A simple mother, a market vegetable vendor, and a single parent to my son Marco, who was about to marry the woman he adored – Lara, a professional from a wealthy family.
Three months before the wedding, I found myself anxious every day. Not about the lavish reception or the cost, but for one simple reason: I had nothing to wear.
THE GREEN DRESS
When I was younger, I owned a dress I reserved for special occasions—a green one, modestly embroidered on the chest, its fabric faded with age and memories. I wore it when I gave birth to Marco and again when he graduated from college.
Now, with the wedding approaching, I hesitated to wear it again. It was old, slightly worn, but it was all I had. I tried borrowing something new, but it felt unnatural. All I could do was stay true …
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