I saw her cover her mouth with her hands.
He knelt before my sister.
I saw her nod so strongly that her curls bounced.
That night I cried into my pillow so no one would hear me.
Thoughts crowding into my head made me hate myself:
Ben didn’t find her any more attractive than I did…
Ben must have had a hidden motive for marrying her.
Looking back, it hurts to realize how close I was to the truth.
It hurts to realize how close I was to the truth.
***
The next morning, I smiled and helped Rosie create a wedding inspiration board on Pinterest.
“You’ll be my bridesmaid,” she said. “Promise me.”
“I promise you, Rosie.”
Part of me still thought my parents would intervene.
But they just smiled and said that Ben would take care of Rosie.
“Promise me.”
Their wedding was intimate.
Ben wore a gray suit and cried as he watched her walk down the aisle.
My parents were still smiling.
“You’ve made a good choice,” Dad told Ben, patting him on the shoulder.
That hurt me.
I saw Ben put the ring on Rosie’s finger.
And I wondered if I really knew the man I called my best friend.
“You chose well,”
***
Three years have passed.
I got over the disappointment and met a great guy.
Rosie moved with Ben to a small yellow house on the outskirts of town.
She would call me every morning at nine to tell me what she was going to wear.
Then came the phone call she had been waiting for.
“I’m going to be a mother,” Rosie whispered. “We’re expecting twins.”
Then came the phone call she had been waiting for.
I collapsed on the floor of my apartment, laughing and sobbing at the same time.
All my life, people had said that Rosie would never have a normal life.
Now she was about to become a mother.
I should have known that such great joy cannot travel alone.
The pregnancy was difficult.
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