My Family Said My Wedding Was Too Far but Traveled for My Sister Until Weeks Later My Father Needed Something From Me

I watched all forty-seven photographs appear in my feed and I did not say anything, because I had thirty years of practice at not saying anything.

The phone call came on November 10th, twelve days before the ceremony. My mother asked what time the wedding started and where it was, information I had sent her multiple times, and then she said it was a bit of a drive, wasn’t it.

Thirty minutes, I told her.

It feels longer at our age, she said.

You just flew to Arizona, I said.

That was different, she said. We were sitting.