HER MOTHER’S LOVE
I said, hoping he wouldn't take my remark as sarcasm.
Once he left, my mother practically bounced back into the dining room humming. With her hands clasped, she looked up dreamily. “Isn’t he wonderful? Tell me, what do you think?”
I stopped putting dishes in order. “Excuse me?”
“Adrian,” she said, smiling. “He’s caring, respectful, sweet. And good looking! I can’t believe how lucky I am. It’s like now, for the first time in a long while, I’m actually happy. I am actually happily in love with a man who also loves me and treats me like a goddess.”
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