ever admitted out loud, the center of gravity around which my parents had organized most of their adult lives.
If Vanessa was unhappy, everyone adjusted.
If Vanessa was tired, everyone lowered their voices.
If Vanessa needed something, plans changed.
My wedding, apparently, was no exception.
“So because Vanessa is having problems with Esteban,” I said carefully, “you can’t walk your other daughter down the aisle?”
Dad was quiet.Weddings
Behind him, I could hear a television.
Then he said, “She thinks seeing me give you away would be too much
