Her parents came to our barbecue every summer.
When Daniel’s grandmother died, Emma sat beside him through the entire funeral and held his hand.
When Emma got accepted into the university’s dance program, Daniel bought her flowers and acted more excited than she did.
I assumed they’d marry. Everyone did.
Then Daniel crashed his motorcycle.
He’d wanted that bike since he was a teenager.
I hated it.
Obviously.
I’m his mother.
The first time he brought it to our house, I said, « Wonderful. You spent thousands of dollars on something designed to turn you into a newspaper article. »
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