After we helped her into her dress, I stood back in amazement at the beautiful woman my sister had become. She was no longer the nerdy girl with braces, glasses, and a broken arm. She was a woman who was about to become someones wife. I was on the verge of tears when she motioned for me to come over.
She said, "Toey, I really got to poop. I thought the feeling would pass when I got my dress on, but it got worse."
I did my sisterly duty and guarded while she went about her business. Isn't that beautiful?