I watch as my sister walks down the aisle. A dozen of kids follow her wake. The man in the straight flowy dress on the altar. He has a nice hat, like Saint Nicholas. My sister is dressed in white, my cousin too. They are both smiling, they seem really happy. As they reach the altar, they kneel, and mom and dad begin to sing. When I look around me, baffled, I see everyone is singing, actually. Mom is wearing a dress, and even dad has a nice black jacket on. They're both smiling, and clapping their hands on the beat. Then suddenly the music dies down, and my sister and her best friend get up. The man in the big dress lays his hands on my sister and my cousin's forehead, in turn. He appears to be murmuring something. Something I don't understand. My sister turns, and when she sees me, her face lights up and she waves. I squeal, and wave back. Mom laughs and pulls me down, I didn't even notice I got up. Then my sister comes to me, and she sits down, next to mom and me. She grabs my hand, kisses my cheek, and whispers something in my ear.

I don't understand what she says, but I know she loves me, and I know she'll always be there for me, no matter what.

One day I'll be able to tell her. One day.