PART 1
“My son is marrying a real woman today, so you do not belong in this house anymore,” my mother-in-law told me as she slammed the front gate right in my face.
I had just gotten out of a yellow taxi in front of the big house in Coral Gables where I had lived for eight long years. I was pulling a heavy silver suitcase after a seventeen-hour trip from San Antonio,
And I was still holding my phone showing the message my husband had sent me that morning: “I miss you so much. Please travel safely. We will have a nice dinner together tonight.”
But there was no dinner waiting for me behind the gate. A big white tent covered the entire yard, beautiful flowers were hung everywhere, a small band was setting up their music tools, and over a hundred guests were holding drinks under bright glass lights.