For the past eight months I have ceased to be my parents' daughter. I am known simply as the bride. My new title brings with it some interesting contradictions. Having made a major decision about the course of the rest of my life, I am an adult, and yet this process catapults me back to childhood. After a good five years of being on my own, I find that I have to plead my case with my parents about even the smallest of details. Who knew each of my parents and I would have a strong opinion about which musical instrument...
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