My brother walked me down the aisle. It was supposed to be my father’s job, but all my life it’s been my brother who stood in his place. He’s ten years older than me. Our dad left the day I was born — he didn’t want a daughter with no legs. But my mom and my brother loved me for who I am, not for the way I walk. I’ve spent my whole life in a wheelchair. Yet today, on my wedding day, I somehow walked — step by step — with my brother by my side. He was there for me in my darkest moments, and he’s here with me now in my brightest one.
