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When I woke up in the hospital after the crash, I thought the worst was over. Both my legs were in casts, the pain was heavy, but I was alive.
Then my parents arrived.
My father demanded I attend my sister’s wedding despite my injuries. He showed no concern for my health — only for appearances.
When my panic rose, my mother finally stepped between us and said the words she’d never said before:
“Enough.”
From that moment on, everything changed.
He tried to pressure me through relatives. He threatened.
But my mother stood firm.
My sister stood with me.
On the wedding day, Emily came to the hospital in her gown.
She refused to walk down the aisle until she saw me.
And when she told our father he might not deserve to walk her if he couldn’t respect her brother, he finally left in silence.
That day, my family didn’t just celebrate a wedding.
We began healing.
And for the first time in my life, even from a hospital bed, I finally stood up for myself.
