TITLE: IMPERFECTLY FINE
GENRE: YA Contemporary
I'm a "friggin' miracle."
My dad says so twice tonight. First, as I pin white stephanotis blossoms to the lapel of his tuxedo, then at the reception during our less traditional father-daughter dance. It's his wedding day, not mine.
In Dad's mind, my craptastic lungs, toothpick frame and piss-poor immune system make me miraculous. In reality, they're symptoms of cystic fibrosis. My body produces thicker mucus than normal. So I get sick. A lot. And I'll probably die before I'm thirty.
Miracle, my a**.
For now, I pluck a gazillion bobby pins out of Angela's hair. Blonde curls tumble down the back of her white linen suit. She does a final makeup check in the honeymoon suite's fancy-pants mirror before we head back to the reception for the happy couple's grand exit. There are rumors of a confetti cannon. Dad likes to put on a good show.
“Skylar, you're absolutely sure you won’t come to Mexico?” Angela asks.
Not this again. “You guys deserve a real honeymoon. Just take a ton of pictures, okay?”
She nods, bottle-green eyes radiant; like she still can’t believe they finally tied the knot after ten years. I'm so stoked for her. For all three of us.
“Let’s go, Mrs. Benson.” I dab a tear from beneath her eye before it smudges her flawless makeup. “Your husband is waiting for you.”
We race to the elevators.
Dad shakes his shaggy hair out of his eyes, revealing gaping holes in his earlobes where fire-engine-red, ten millimeter gauges usually reside.