My Sister Said I Didn’t Count and Seated Me by the Trash at Her Wedding So I Left a Small Silver Gift on the Present Table

for photos, my mother in champagne silk, my father straightening his tie, Laya luminous in white. Laya glanced at me when I came through the doors and smiled the way you smile at someone whose name you will not remember by the end of the evening.

The wedding coordinator intercepted me with her clipboard and her practiced, slightly tired professionalism.continue reading …