I am Teresa, 58 years old. A simple woman, a market vendor, and the single mother of my son, Marco, who was about to marry the woman he loved—Lara, a young professional from a wealthy family.

The Laughter and Tears
After the ceremony, guests came forward—not to judge, but to celebrate:
“You look stunning, Mother Teresa.”
“Green suits you—it’s the color of life itself.”

Later, during the reception, Lara took the microphone:
“Today, I want to honor this woman. She may not wear designer clothes, but she is the reason I love Marco. If there’s anyone whose example I should follow as a wife, it’s Mother Teresa.”

Applause filled the hall. I stood there crying, no longer ashamed. That old green dress, filled with years of love, sacrifice, and devotion, had never been more precious.

The Lesson
True beauty isn’t measured by price tags or trends. It’s woven into the threads of a life lived with love and devotion. Mothers, no matter their clothes, are always radiant. And if love had a color, it wouldn’t be red or white—it would be green: the color of life that keeps giving, even when a mother is tired.