As I was going through my mail in the living room, my 18-year-old daughter Serena walked in, full of energy and a vanilla smell. But her happiness didn’t last long because she told me she was going to marry Edison, who was 60 years old, and I immediately didn’t trust him.
Serena was determined, even though I was worried. She was sure that love knows no age limits. I agreed to meet Edison because I wanted to know how they were related. But what I found was very scary: Edison was betting on Serena’s innocence and using her for his own gain.
In order to save my daughter, I hired a private detective who helped me learn about Edison’s troubled past, including his drug use and failures. I talked to him about it, but Serena couldn’t see because of how she felt. I knew I had to move quickly.
Annie, Edison’s sister, and I came up with a plan to find out about his lies at the wedding. When Edison’s lie came out, Serena’s whole world fell apart. I was glad when she was free from his grip, even though it hurt.
Serena finally said she was sorry for not listening to me, and I gave her a plane ticket to follow her dreams. I learned a useful lesson from this: being there for our kids is very important, and I promised to put our relationship first.
Even though it was hard, I was glad I was able to keep my daughter out of a bad relationship. I knew our bond was stronger than ever as we hugged.
