When I was a child, I’d always marvel at why my grandparents were always chosen as godparents on weddings. On school months, they have a wedding to attend to on weekends. On summer months, they have a wedding or two or three to attend to every week. And occasionally, I am “hired” to be flower girl. (I wish I knew what “talent fee” was back then). But I never liked to be flower girl because my Grandmother would make me wear itchy dresses — frills, puffs, laces, underlinings, tiers, layers, glitter during the day; stockings, shoes, and VERY BIG ribbon in my hair. And I also always wear closed baby doll shoes. I have never worn a simple cotton dress and open-toed sandals as a flower girl. I also developed a fear of walking on my own on a long aisle while everybody’s looking at me. It’s so scary — I felt like I was judged on whether I was a “good,” or “cute” flower girl. I never managed to smile because I felt like crying everytime. It felt so lonely being a flower girl. And I hated sitting down through the length of the wedding ceremony. But I never refused to be flower girl. My Grandmother would kusi me. 😛
P.S. This is my first blog in WordPress. I just thought I might try a new platform for my blog.
Photo by Joel Lopez