Brandon “There's our chubby cheeks!” My mother pulled my cheek playfully as I tried to hug her. I hugged my father too and he said, “There's my man.” I cringed inwardly. My parents still knew how to embarrass me like I was a kid. We all sat down around the table and ordered our meal. “You've been very scarce, Brandon,” my mother, Teagan McClean, said. “Yeah,” my father added, “I've missed having you around, son.” “It's not my fault,” I told them, “the two of you are always travelling.” “It's the joy of retiring in good health,” said my mother with a bright smile. “And being married to the love of your life,” my father added, and both of them began to kiss, causing me to roll my eyes. “I'm at the table you two.” “Sorry dear,” my mom said, pinching my cheek playfully, “it's just when you're in love… You understand, son. You're in love too.” “Huhuh.” “Brandon?” My father called my name with a tinge of concern, “What's the matter? Did you break up with Elaine?” “No, no, nothi
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