Yes.
Not because your son owes you.
Not because sacrifice purchases permanent devotion.
But because the deepest love does not erase where it came from.
Years later, people will still talk about that wedding.
Some will tell it as the story of a bride who stopped the ceremony for her mother-in-law. Some will tell it as the story of the old green dress that made the whole church cry. Some will tell it as the day a rich family learned what dignity looks like when it arrives without diamonds. They will get details wrong. They will exaggerate. They will leave out the market mornings and the rent worries and the nights you cried where no one could hear. That is the way of stories once they leave the body that lived them.
But you will remember it differently.
You will remember the hard wooden pew under your hands when you wanted to disappear.
