Everyone in my family was invited to my cousin’s wedding — except me. I showed up anyway, thinking it was a mistake. But when my cousin pulled me aside and told me the real reason she didn’t want me there… I swear, I’ve never felt anything hit me like that.
I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, smoothing down the lilac fabric of my new dress. The subtle sparkles caught the light as I turned, a small smile playing on my lips. For once, I felt pretty and wanted.
Portrait of a gorgeous woman in a lilac dress | Source: Midjourney
“Kylie, are you ready?” Mom called from downstairs. “We need to leave in 10 minutes!”
“Almost!” I shouted back, giving my curled hair one final spritz of hairspray.
This was Debra’s big day. She was my cousin, my childhood best friend, and practically my sister growing up. I couldn’t wait to see her walk down the aisle.
My phone buzzed with a text from my sister, Emma.
“Already at the venue. Where are you guys?”
I typed back quickly: “On our way. Save me a seat!”
Little did I know, there wouldn’t be a seat for me at all.
A delighted woman looking at her phone | Source: Midjourney
“You look beautiful, sweetie,” Dad said as I descended the stairs. “That dress is worth every penny of your babysitting money.”
I twirled, feeling the fabric swish around my knees. “Thanks, Dad. I wanted to look nice for Debra’s photos.”
Mom smiled, ushering us toward the door. “Let’s go celebrate her wedding!”
“I can’t believe Debra is actually getting married,” I said, sliding into the backseat of our sedan. “Seems like just yesterday we were playing dress-up with her mom’s clothes.”
“You girls grew up too fast,” Mom sighed, adjusting her necklace in the rearview mirror. “Time flies.”
Dad turned the key in the ignition. “Let’s make some new memories today.”
If only he knew what kind of memories we’d be making.
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The venue was stunning. A renovated barn with fairy lights strung across wooden beams, and white roses and baby’s breath adorned every surface. Guests in formal wear milled about, champagne flutes in hand.
I spotted my brother, Ryan, near the entrance and waved.
“Hey, sis,” he said, ruffling my hair. “You look nice.”
I swatted his hand away. “Don’t mess up my curls! I spent forever on them.”
“Have you seen Debra yet?” Mom asked.
Ryan shook his head. “Emma’s with the bridal party. I think they’re in some room in the back.”
I fidgeted with excitement. “I’m going to say hi before the ceremony.”
An excited woman in a wedding venue | Source: Midjourney
I weaved through clusters of guests, smiling politely at distant relatives and strangers alike. The hallway to the bridal suite was quiet, away from the growing crowd. I smoothed my dress one more time before knocking.
A bridesmaid I didn’t recognize opened the door, her perfectly contoured face registering confusion. “Yes?”
“I’m Kylie, Debra’s cousin. Is she in there?”
The girl turned. “Deb, your cousin is here.”
There was a pause, then Debra appeared in the doorway. She looked breathtaking in her white gown, her hair swept up elegantly. But when her eyes met mine, her smile faded.
“Kylie? What are you doing here?”
The question hit me like a slap. “What do you mean? I came for your wedding.”
A shocked bride | Source: Midjourney
Her eyes darted past me, then she stepped into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind her.
“Why did you come?” she asked in a low voice.
I blinked, confused. “What do you mean? The invitation was for the family. I thought I was —”
“I didn’t invite you.”
The words hung between us, sharp and cold.
“What… why?”
Before she could answer, footsteps approached, and a handsome man in a tuxedo appeared. It was Brian, the groom. His face lit up when he saw me.
“Hey! So glad you came! Debra told me you couldn’t make it. Nice surprise!”
I looked at him, then at Debra, whose face had gone pale.
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“Brian, can you give us a second?” she asked nervously.
He shrugged, leaned in to kiss her cheek, and walked away whistling.
Debra turned back to me, her arms crossed. “Like you don’t know?”
“Know what? Debra, what are you talking about?”
She sighed heavily, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.
“When Brian’s family first saw pictures of you… the Christmas party ones? They kept asking who you were. Said you were so young and beautiful, asked if you were a model. When I said you were also studying engineering and acing it, they were even more impressed.”
I stared at her, uncomprehending. This couldn’t be happening.
A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney
“And then his mother said, ‘Are you sure she’s the cousin and not the bride? I smiled through it, but I was dying inside. I wanted them to focus on ME. On MY engagement. Not YOU.”
“You didn’t invite me because… because you thought I’d look better than you?”
“You wouldn’t understand. You’ve always been the pretty and smart one. Everything comes easy to you.”
“Easy? You think my life is easy? I work my butt off for my grades. And pretty? I’ve spent most of high school feeling invisible!”
A distressed woman looking at someone with disbelief | Source: Midjourney
“Well, you’re not invisible to Brian’s family,” she snapped. “I didn’t want you to come and… steal the spotlight, okay? I didn’t want you to outshine me on my own wedding day.”
The unfairness of it all crashed over me. All this time I thought we were growing apart because she was busy with college, Brian, and her adult life. But it was jealousy… over things I couldn’t even control.
“So that’s why you’ve been so distant? Because you’re jealous? I thought we were family.”
“We are. But you wouldn’t understand.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t understand how you could exclude only me from your wedding. How you could let me get dressed up, excited to celebrate you, only to tell me I’m not wanted because I might what? Be too pretty? Too smart? What did you tell everyone else about why I wasn’t invited?”
An emotionally overwhelmed woman | Source: Midjourney
“I said you had a conflict,” she mumbled. “A school thing.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “That’s messed up, Debra.”
A tear slipped down my cheek. I wiped it away, careful not to smudge my mascara. “If you feel better without me here, I’ll leave. I didn’t mean to make your day harder. But I never thought being me would make you feel so small. That breaks my heart more than anything.”
Debra’s eyes welled up, and before I could step back, she pulled me into a hug.
“I’m sorry. I just… I let my insecurity get the best of me. I’ve been so stressed about this wedding and fitting in with Brian’s family. They’re all so perfect and polished… and I feel like I’m not good enough.”
A guilty bride | Source: Midjourney
I stood stiffly in her embrace, unsure how to respond. Part of me wanted to forgive her immediately because this was Debra, who had braided my hair and taught me how to dance. But another part felt deeply wounded.
“You hurt me. I thought I did something wrong. I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out why you’ve been avoiding me all these years. You were still chatty with my siblings like always… but with me, it was like you flipped a switch.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Please stay. Please.”
“Are you sure? What about Brian’s family?”
A sad woman | Source: Midjourney
“Screw what they think,” she said, a flash of the old Debra returning. “You’re my family. I want you here. I’ve been so stupid. Please forgive me… please.”
A bridesmaid poked her head out. “Deb, it’s almost time.”
Debra nodded, then turned back to me. “Will you stay?”
I looked at her, surrounded by luxury, about to marry the man she loved, and still somehow insecure.
“I’ll stay. Not because you asked me to, but because I choose to. For us.”
“Thank you. I need to finish getting ready, but… we’ll talk more later?”
“Go. Be a bride. I’ll be cheering for you.”
She smiled, a real smile this time, before disappearing back into the bridal suite.
A relieved and emotional bride | Source: Midjourney
I leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths. What a mess. But at least now I knew the truth.
***
The ceremony was beautiful. I sat with my parents, watching as Debra and Brian exchanged vows beneath an arch of white roses. When they were pronounced husband and wife, I cheered as loudly as anyone.
At the reception, I kept to myself, nursing a glass of sparkling cider near the edge of the dance floor. My brother found me there.
“Why the long face?” Ryan asked, bumping my shoulder with his. “Wedding food not up to your standards?”
I forced a smile. “Just tired.”
“Liar. What’s going on?”
A suspicious man | Source: Midjourney
I sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let it go. “Did you know Debra didn’t actually invite me?”
Ryan’s eyebrows shot up. “What? Of course she did.”
“No, she didn’t. She only invited you guys. I was supposed to be excluded.”
“But why would she —”
“Because I’m too pretty, apparently,” I said sarcastically. “Brian’s family saw pictures of me and made some comments, and Debra got jealous.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
A shattered woman running her hand through her hair | Source: Midjourney
“Yeah, well.” I shrugged, trying to seem unbothered. “We talked it out. Sort of.”
“Are you okay?”
I looked across the room to where Debra was laughing with her husband. “I will be. It just… hurts.”
“Want me to go spill some wine on her dress?” Ryan offered, only half-joking.
That made me laugh genuinely. “No. But thanks for the offer.”
“That’s what big brothers are for.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Want to dance? I promise to step on your toes only minimally.”
“Maybe later,” I said. “I think I need some air.”
An anxious woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney
I slipped outside, the cool evening air a relief after the crowded reception hall. I was about to find a quiet spot to sit when a voice stopped me.
“You must be Kylie.”
I turned to see an elegant older woman in a designer dress, her silver hair styled impeccably.
“Yes, I am,” I replied cautiously.
She smiled. “I’m Eleanor, Brian’s mother. I’ve heard so much about you.”
I bet you have, I thought.
A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney
“Your cousin is lovely,” she continued. “Brian adores her. We’re so pleased to welcome her to our family.”
“Debra’s amazing,” I agreed, meaning it despite everything. “She and Brian seem very happy together.”
Eleanor nodded, studying me with interest. “You know, when I first saw your picture, I told Debra you could be a model.”
And there it was. I swallowed hard. “That’s very kind, but I’m focusing on software engineering. I’m starting college in the fall.”
“Engineering! How impressive. Beauty and brains. Your parents must be very proud.”
“I hope so,” I said, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.
A software engineer at work | Source: Unsplash
“I must say,” Eleanor continued, “you’ve handled yourself with such grace today. Not many young women would be so mature.”
I stared at her, confused. “What do you mean?”
She lowered her voice. “I know my son’s wife didn’t originally include you in the festivities. I overheard them arguing about it weeks ago.” She touched my arm. “You have such grace, dear. I admire that.”
So she knew. They all knew. Somehow, that made it both better and worse.
“Thank you,” I managed. “Debra and I… we’ve been close our whole lives. I want her to be happy.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re here, dear. It wouldn’t be a proper family celebration without you.”
A delighted older lady | Source: Midjourney
I stood frozen as she walked away, processing her words. This woman, who had unintentionally caused the rift between Debra and me, had just given me more validation than my own cousin.
As I moved to the dance floor and joined by my siblings and parents, I realized something important: we all have our insecurities and moments of weakness. Even people who seem to have it all together. The real test isn’t whether we mess up… it’s what we do afterward.
It wasn’t about outshining anyone or being outshone. It was about standing tall without stepping on anyone else. About being secure enough in your own light that you don’t fear someone else’s brightness.
And Debra? She learned that the people who love you the most will only ever want to see you shine… even if it’s not their turn in the spotlight.
An emotional woman smiling | Source: Midjourney
These bugs come out at nighttime, and attacking victims, they silently kill or leave them with a lifelong infection
When Emiliana Rodriguez was a little girl, she recalls watching friends play a nighttime soccer match when one of the players abruptly died on the pitch.
Unaware of what had transpired, Rodriguez, a native of Bolivia, developed a phobia of the dark and the “monster”—the silent killer known as Chagas—that she had been told only appears at night.
Chagas disease is a unique sort of illness that is spread by nocturnal insects. It is also known as the “silent and silenced disease” that infects up to 8 million people annually, killing 12,000 people on average.
Emiliana Rodriguez, 42, discovered she had to live with Chagas, a “monster,” after relocating to Barcelona from Bolivia 27 years ago.
“Night is when the fear generally struck. I didn’t always sleep well,” she admitted. “I was worried that I wouldn’t wake up from my sleep.”
Rodriguez had specific tests when she was eight years old and expecting her first child, and the results indicated that she carried the Chagas gene. She recalled the passing of her buddy and remarked, “I was paralyzed with shock and remembered all those stories my relatives told me about people suddenly dying.” “I wondered, ‘What will happen to my baby?’”
Rodriguez was prescribed medicine, though, to prevent the parasite from vertically transmitting to her unborn child. After her daughter was born, she tested negative. Elvira Idalia Hernández Cuevas, 18, was unaware of the Mexican silent killer until her 18-year-old son was diagnosed with Chagas.
Idalia, an eighteen-year-old blood donor from her birthplace near Veracruz, Mexico, had a positive diagnosis for Chagas, a disease caused by triatomine bugs, often known as vampire or kissing bugs and bloodsucking parasites, when her sample was tested.
In an interview with the Guardian, Hernandez stated, “I started to research Chagas on the internet because I had never heard of it.” When I read that it was a silent murderer, I became really afraid. I had no idea where to go or what to do.
She is not alone in this; a lot of people are ignorant of the diseases that these unpleasant bugs can spread. The term Chagas originates from Carlos Ribeiro Justiniano Chagas, a Brazilian physician and researcher who made the discovery of the human case in 1909.
Over the past few decades, reports of the incidence of Chagas disease have been made in Europe, Japan, Australia, Latin America, and North America.
Kissing bugs are mostly found in rural or suburban low-income housing walls, where they are most active at night when humans are asleep. The insect bites an animal or person, then excretes on the skin of the victim. The victim may inadvertently scratch the area and sever the skin, or they may spread the excrement into their mouth or eyes. This is how the T. cruzi infection is disseminated.
The World Health Organization (WHO) estimates that between 6 and 7 million people worldwide—roughly 8 million people in Mexico, Central America, and South America—have Chagas disease; the majority of these individuals remain oblivious to their illness. These estimates are provided by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). The persistent infection might be fatal if untreated. According to the Guardian, Chagas disease kills over 12,000 people year, “more people in Latin America than any other parasite disease, including malaria.”
Despite the fact that these bugs have been found in the United States—nearly 300,000 people are infected—they are not thought to be endemic.
While some people never experience any symptoms, the CDC notes that 20 to 30 percent experience gastrointestinal or heart problems that can cause excruciating pain decades later.
Furthermore, only 10% of cases are detected globally, which makes prevention and treatment exceedingly challenging.
Hernández and her daughter Idalia went to see a number of doctors in search of assistance, but all were also uninformed about Chagas disease and its management. “I was taken aback, terrified, and depressed because I believed my kid was going to pass away. Above all, Hernandez stated, “I was more anxious because I was unable to locate any trustworthy information.”
Idalia finally got the care she required after receiving assistance from a family member who was employed in the medical field.
“The Mexican government claims that the Chagas disease is under control and that not many people are affected, but that is untrue,” Hernández asserts. Medical practitioners misdiagnose Chagas disease for other heart conditions because they lack knowledge in this area. Most people are unaware that there is Chagas in Mexico.
The World Health Organization (WHO) has classified chagas as a neglected tropical disease, which means that the global health policy agenda does not include it.
Chagas is overlooked in part because, according to Colin Forsyth, a research manager at the Drugs for Neglected Diseases Initiative (DNDi), “it’s a silent disease that stays hidden for so long in your body… because of the asymptomatic nature of the initial part of the infection.”
Forsyth went on to say, “The people affected just don’t have the power to influence healthcare policy,” making reference to the impoverished communities. It’s kept hidden by a convergence of social and biological factors.
Chagas, however, is becoming more well recognized as it spreads to other continents and can also be transferred from mother to child during pregnancy or childbirth, as well as through organ and blood transfusions.
The main objective of the Chagas Hub, a UK-based facility founded by Professor David Moore, a doctor at the Hospital for Tropical Diseases in London, is to get “more people tested and treated, and to manage the risk of transmission, which in the UK is from mother to child,” according to Professor Moore.
Regarding the WHO’s 2030 aim for the eradication of the disease, Moore stated that progress toward it is “glacial” and added, “I can’t imagine that we’ll be remotely close by 2030.” That seems improbable.
Two medications that have been available for more than 50 years to treat chagas are benznidazole and nifurtimox, which according to Moore are “toxic, unpleasant, not particularly effective.”
Although the medications are effective in curing babies, there is no guarantee that they will prevent or halt the advancement of the condition in adults.
Regarding severe adverse effects, Rodriguez remembers getting dizziness and nausea as well as breaking out in hives. She completed her therapy, and she gets checked out annually.
Moore goes on to say that while creating stronger anti-Chaga drugs is crucial to stopping the disease’s spread, pharmaceutical companies are currently not financially motivated to do so.
As president of the International Federation of Associations of People Affected by Chagas condition (FINDECHAGAS), Hernández is on a mission to raise awareness of the condition until there is a greater need on the market for innovative treatments.
In Spain, Rodriguez is battling the “monster” as part of a campaign to increase public awareness of Chagas disease being conducted by the Barcelona Institute for Global Health.
“I’m tired of hearing nothing at all,” Rodriguez declares. “I want Chagas to be discussed and made public. I’m in favor of testing and therapy for individuals.
They are being heard, too.
World Chagas Disease Day was instituted by the WHO on April 14, 1909, the day Carlos discovered the disease’s first human case.The WHO states that “a diversified set of 20 diseases and disease categories are set out to be prevented, controlled, eliminated, and eradicated through global targets for 2030 and milestones.” And among them is Chagas.
To prevent a possible infestation, the CDC suggests taking the following steps:
Close up any gaps and fissures around doors, windows, walls, and roofs.
Clear out the rock, wood, and brush piles close to your home.
Put screens on windows and doors, and fix any tears or holes in them.
Close up gaps and crevices that lead to the exterior, crawl areas beneath the home, and the attic.
Keep pets inside, especially during the evening.
Maintain the cleanliness of your home and any outdoor pet resting places, and check for bugs on a regular basis.
If you believe you have discovered a kissing insect, the CDC recommends avoiding crushing it. Alternatively, carefully put the bug in a jar, fill it with rubbing alcohol, and then freeze it. It is then recommended that you bring the bug’s container to an academic lab or your local health authority so that it can be identified.
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