I knew something was up when my wife’s high-school Spanish teacher came by. “I feel like I’m losing a daughter.” We were in my wife’s hometown of Sonora, California, one week before our wedding. Even before we started dating I learned that my wife was an only child of divorced hippy parents. “Great,” I thought, “no pressure to be a high achieving son-in-law.” Little did I know…

“He feels like he losing a daughter, what’s going on here?” She shrugged it off like it was normal. That week such statements only multiplied and got increasingly threatening. “She is very special and if you put one foot out of line …!” I got that in the temple. I seemed to have married the town darling; why didn’t she warn me!

Though she didn’t have much family, she always seemed to have family.

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