AT VANESSA’S WEDDING, MY FATHER SHOVED ME. I STUMBLED INTO THE FOUNTAIN. MY SAVED-FOR NAVY DRESS WAS SOAKED AND RUINED. THEN THE GUESTS LAUGHED, MY MOTHER CLAPPED ONCE. I DIDN’T GET MAD. A QUIETER DECISION WAS MADE.
The first thing I heard after my father shoved me into the fountain was laughter. The second was my mother’s single, deliberate…