Breaking the Rules From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Mothers & Daughters By Suzanne Garner Payne List, list, O, list! ~William Shakespeare, Hamlet Mom and I had our arms up to our elbows in warm, sudsy water, washing dishes from our Thanksgiving dinner. Mom had just shared how much she liked my boyfriend, John. It was the first time my family had met him, and Mom had beamed when John presented her with a bouquet of freshly cut flowers. Dad had taken such an instant liking that he asked John to help carve the golden brown roast turkey. All had gone better than expected, but now my mom had a puzzled look on her face because I had just told her that I had to break up with him. "But why?" "He's six years older than me, and your rule is no more than five." (Keep reading) |
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