May 14, 1995
***Mateo***
My heart was pounding in my chest and I take a deep breath to calm down.
"Nervous?" my father chuckles, placing a hand on my shoulder as we stare down the aisle where Sofia would be coming through any minute.
"No," I lie. "I've never been more ready."
"Let me just fix your hair, mijo," my mother fusses, licking her finger and reaching for my head.
"Ya ama, my hair is fine!" I protest, brushing her hand away and staring at my reflection in the water fountain. "Go back to your seat!"
"Ok, Ok," she smiles, a few tears welling up in her eyes.. "You look so handsome, so perfect."
I lean over and kiss her forehead. "Thank you mama."
She rushes back to her seat, my father and brother remaining by my side. Butterflies swirl in my belly as I wait anxiously fo
