My child bride was raised by an evil stepmother, sorta like Cinderella.
This evil stepmother recently handed over a few old photos, and here is a shot from 1968. The slanty-eyed munchkin on the right grew up and married me 34 years later, fulfilling another Cinderella requirement at an advanced age.
She found her Prince Charming.
The miscreant on the left, one year older, is a sister named Maria, and the less said about her the better. The photo was shot in the farming town of Los Reyes de Salgado where my child bride grew up in the State of Michoacán.
She is 7 in this picture, and I was six years out of high school.