PART 1
“My parents didn’t miss my wedding because of a tragedy: they traded me for my brother’s luxury trip.”
At 9:27 a.m., while they were hemming my dress at a hacienda in San Miguel de Allende and the makeup artist was telling me not to cry so I wouldn’t ruin my eyelashes, my mom sent me a picture from business class. She was smiling like she was in a commercial, with huge sunglasses stuck in her hair and a glass of juice in her hand. Fifteen minutes later, she uploaded another story: the airplane window, the Dubai skyline in the background, my dad next to her with a satisfied look on his face, and my brother Julián leaning between them, like they were the perfect family.
