It was fun at my parent’s house. My mother fussed over Michael, and made him look at almost all the family albums we had, showing him my older brother Daniel’s wedding pictures, my graduation pictures etcetera.
For once my sister Cynthia was quiet as Michael teased her about how small she had been the last time he saw her. Even my brother had nothing to say about his Nintendo, he just stared at Michael in awe.
At lunch my mother heaped Michael’s plate, ignoring all his protests.
After lunch while I and my mother were doing the dishes I waited for the inevitable questions.
“He’s such a nice young man.” She started as she handed me plates to dry and place in the cupboard. “I’ve always liked him.”
I nodded and said nothing…. Read more