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There is no such thing as a "broken family." Family is family, and is not determined by marriage certificates, divorce papers, and adoption documents. Families are made in the heart. The only time family becomes null is when those ties in the heart are cut. If you cut those ties, those people are not your family. If you make those ties, those people are your family. And if you hate those ties, those people will still be your family because whatever you hate will always be with you. 

― C. JoyBell C.


He sighed.

Why was he here ?

To witness her wedding ?

To simply watch the woman he loved marry another person ?

No. That is not fair.

He certainly deserved her.

He had never felt so alive before meeting her.

At that instant, she showed up.

He remembered everything in a flash.

He needed to smile.

It was his sister's wedding after all.

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Suspense till the last ;) Sister :D

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