A Wedding Story
“When I was six or seven years old, our family and some of our relatives visited the Kasagh river gorge in the city of Ashtarak. A man on a horse passed by us and told my father that I want to ride that horse. He said, “Hey, son! Follow the horse, and when you come back sitting on it, that’s when we’ll throw your wedding party!” I was a kid, you know, not understanding much.
So I just followed the horse and eventually I got lost. An hour passed, two hours, mom was crying, dad didn’t know what to do, they couldn’t find me. Then I somehow managed to remember my dad’s phone number, I told it to the guy on the horse, and he called them. And so, I went back sitting on the back of that horse. All these years, I’m still waiting for my wedding party!”