There I was at my nice Irish-Catholic wedding, laughing one minute and crying the next. Then I remembered that in Afghanistan, a bride must look neither happy nor sad: happy would hurt her mother; sad would hurt her mother-in-law. My mother was busy trying not to cry, but my sister Noreen, my Maid (hah!) of Honour (hah!), was grinning away. She was still smiling when she came over and laughed right in my face. Said I was a damned fool. By Christmas, the bridegroom had run off with Noreen, and I still didn’t know if I should laugh or cry.
Ed N. White
22/1/2021 08:53:08 am
A perfect word picture. Well done, Mary.
Mary Wallace
22/1/2021 09:31:57 am
Laugh. Running off with Noreen probably save you many tears. Beautifully written Mary.
Barbara
22/1/2021 01:15:53 pm
Well written circular story. Really like the contrast of laughing and crying.
Jim Woessner
22/1/2021 03:52:02 pm
Loved this one, Mary.
Jennifer Duncan
22/1/2021 04:26:39 pm
Isn't life messy. Great choice of words.
Fliss Zakaszewska
22/1/2021 06:22:38 pm
And thank you for the chuckle. Nice twist.
Sandra James
22/1/2021 08:07:05 pm
Laugh! Definitely laugh. Divorce him and the sister. And, I wonder how mother and mother-in-law are feeling now...
Sue Clayton
23/1/2021 01:15:33 am
A register office next time; just you and him and two witnesses from the street, and you can laugh until you cry. But being Irish Catholic I'm not sure this could be a scenario... 29/1/2021 07:50:39 pm
Talk about succinct! That's the true test of intelligence I think. Emotional wallop too. Comments are closed.
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