At the top of the hill sat a home built in the late 1800s. It's deck wrapped around it entirely and overlooked the hills in the distance. She stood at the window and watched the tops of the trees sway in the gentle wind.
Their guests found their seats and she walked down the wooden steps, her hand on her mother's arm. Through the doorway and down more steps. Then Yeng was standing there with Steve and they were declaring their vows. And they meant every word.