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It Was Way Too Soon For Him to Meet My Parents
Never would have been better
“Where shall we sit?” My mum asked, gesturing to the rows of chairs.
“How about here?” My dad suggested, pointing to the back of the large room.
“No, not there,” my mother tutted before marching down the aisle.
Dad and I exchanged an eyeroll before hurriedly following her like the little bitches we are.
After another round of pretend questions and wrong answers, we settled into some plastic chairs near the front of the town hall. Other people filled in the spaces around us, loudly talking over one another.
It was a political event about some of the problems in our city. My parents and I wanted to attend, so I convinced my brother to babysit my daughter. He wasn’t particularly excited when he arrived and learned the pizza and movie night included wearing tiaras and dancing to “princess songs”.
My eyes traveled around the room, watching and listening, taking in the crowd as we waited for the event to start, when a flapping motion caught my attention. I paused on a palm waving quickly from side to side. The palm was attached to a long, muscular arm, squeezed into a tartan suit jacket.
