My name is Deborah, and my son Kyle is 26. Three months ago, he told me he was engaged to a woman named Vivian, who happens to be 78.
At first, I thought I had misheard him.
Kyle had come over on a Sunday afternoon, carrying two coffees and wearing the restless expression he had whenever he was about to announce something important. He barely sat down before he started smiling.
« Mom, I have news. »
I set my coffee on the table.
« What kind of news? »
« The kind where you should probably congratulate me. »
Then he told me.
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