Margaret Callahan\u2019s words hung in the church like thunder.\u201cShe saved your life, Emily.\u201dEvery head turned toward me. The organ had stopped, the photographer lowered his camera, and even the flower girl looked confused.<\/p>\n
My sister stood frozen at the altar, her bouquet trembling in her hands.Then Margaret stepped into the aisle and said, \u201cThis woman went into a burning house and carried her little sister out. Those scars are the price she paid.-<\/p>\n
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A murmur swept through the church.Daniel, the groom, stared at Emily. \u201cYou never told me that,\u201d he said quietly.Emily\u2019s face went pale. My parents looked at the floor, unable to meet anyone\u2019s eyes.Margaret shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd today, after everything she sacrificed, you asked her to sit in the back because she didn\u2019t fit the picture?-<\/p>\n
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Without another word, Daniel walked down from the altar and stopped beside my wheelchair.He knelt in front of me and gently took my hand. \u201cYou should be sitting in the front,\u201d he said. \u201cYou belong here more than anyone.\u201dAn usher moved my wheelchair to the first row beside Margaret. As I passed, people began standing one by one.Soon the entire church was on its feet, applauding. I hadn\u2019t felt seen in years, and suddenly I couldn\u2019t stop crying-<\/p>\n
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After the ceremony, Emily found me alone in the reception hall.She looked at my scars for a long time before whispering, \u201cI spent so many years trying to forget the fire that I forgot who saved me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her and said softly, \u201cI never wanted to be your hero. I just wanted to be your sister.\u201dShe burst into tears and hugged me carefully, as if she were finally holding the person she had been too ashamed to see. For the first time since the fire, we both cried for the same reason.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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