Nicole Vargas

"Minha filha, you look so gorgeous. Que beleza, ela não é Santiago?" My mother squealed as she took me into a warm embrace. Her perfume was so strong, I had to sneeze. 

"She is." My dad agreed as he smiled at me. His face was beaming with pride. "We have made the most beautiful feijão in the world."

"I'm not a bean anymore, Papai." I laughed as I hugged my mom back. She looked incredible in her white long sleeve dress. She even had her hair done. "Olá mãe, how was the flight?"

"It was horrendous. I told your dad to book us in business class, but he...