Gemotions

The ornate gold ring, a family heirloom, caught the light, sparkling. My cousin's fiancée fidgeted with it, her eyes glistening.

"It's just… the wedding," she stammered, her voice catching.

I studied her face, noticing the strain. The sacrifices she’d been making.

I immediately wanted to help. "It’s beautiful, isn't it?" I said, with a smile. “Let's see if we can find another way to cover the costs of the wedding. It’s the start of something beautiful. Let’s make sure it’s a good start.”