Planning a wedding while raising 8-month-old twins was no easy task.

Money was tight, and every penny was already stretched thin between the ceremony,

reception, and daily baby expenses.

Hiring a babysitter for the big day felt completely out of reach.

I decided to ask my stepmom for help.

She had been part of my life for years, and I thought she might be willing to watch the twins during the wedding.

When I explained the situation, she abruptly said, “I’m not your servant!”Her words stung.

I stayed calm and simply replied, “I understand.

If you feel that way, then please don’t feel obligated to come.”

On the wedding day, she didn’t show up, and I pushed the issue out of my mind, focusing on the joy of the moment.

But just as I was about to walk down the aisle, my dad’s phone rang.

He looked at the screen, frowned, and answered.I froze, my heart pounding.

After a brief conversation, he turned to me, his expression serious yet gentle.

“She called me,” he said quietly. “She wanted to say that she felt guilty and wanted to make things right.

She’s on her way here — not just to attend, but to help care for the twins so you can enjoy your day.

”Tears welled up in my eyes. In that moment,

I realized that sometimes people react out of frustration or misunderstanding, but love has a way of softening hearts.

My wedding wasn’t just about joining two lives — it was about family finding a way to come together,

even when the journey there was complicated.

As I walked down the aisle, I felt lighter,

not just because I was marrying the love of my life, but because there was hope for healing and unity within my family.