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"I'm speechless," my mother told me, which wasn't remotely true.
My relatives had been waiting a long time to see me come to no good.
My mom says I just haven't met the right guy yet, the guy who sees the stars in my eyes.
True enough. I have yet to meet that guy.
There are moments when history and memory seem like a mist, as if what really happened matters less than what should have happened.
Antagonism in my family comes wrapped in layers of code, sideways feints, full deniability.