Wedding Band

Relationship: Child of im/migrant
This is my mom's wedding band
This is my mom's wedding band

My Dad's POV
   I saw her mother come up to me. Of course I had butterflies in my stomach. This was the mother of the woman I was about to marry. She handed me something with her hands holding tightly onto mine. I placed the item in my pocket so I knew it was safe and sound. It will come in handy later.
  It was time for the love of my life to enter the room and to join me so we would finally be happily married. She looked incredible in that bright red saree. Her face was lightly coated with some makeup. I saw the blush lightly creep up on her face since everyone was staring at her. 
   After all the Bengali traditions were completed, it was time for the exchanging of rings. I knew she was going to hate me for what I am about to. Thousands of dollars down the drain. But it is going to be worth it at the end of the day. I let her give me my ring first. I took the one that laid on the pillow into my hand and carelessly dropped it on the ground. I heard multiple gasps. Tears were starting to grow in her eyes.
  I took the ring that I kept safe and sound out of my pocket and placed it on her finger. I heard the soft gasp escape her lips. I heard her lightly say 'Grandma's ring.' there was tears of joy escaping her eyes. This is when I knew I won.

Year: 1998

– Amena Begum

Relationship:  Child of im/migrant Child of im/migrant