The kitchen smelled like rosemary and garlic, the kind of aroma that made a house feel like a home. I stood at the stove, stirring the sauce for tonight’s dinner, my heart fluttering with nervous excitement. After three months of dating my son Marcus, his girlfriend Elena was finally coming to meet me.
“Mom, you’re going to wear a hole in that wooden spoon,” Marcus teased, leaning against the doorframe. At twenty-four, he still had that boyish charm that reminded me of his father at that age—before everything went wrong.
“I just want everything to be perfect,” I admitted, tasting the sauce. “You really care about this girl, don’t you?”
Marcus’s face softened in a way I hadn’t seen since he was little. “I do, Mom. She’s… different. Special.”
I set down the spoon and turned to study my son’s face. Marcus had always been cautious with his heart, especially after his father’s abandonment when he was twelve. Seeing him this vulnerable, this hopeful, made my chest tight with both joy and protective worry.
“Tell me about her again,” I said, even though he’d already shared the basics. Elena was a nursing student, twenty-two, from the other side of town. They’d met at a coffee shop where she’d helped him when he’d spilled his drink all over his laptop.
“She’s kind,” Marcus said, his eyes distant with memory. “Like, genuinely kind. When that old man at the coffee shop was short on change for his order, she just quietly paid the difference without making a big deal about it. And she’s funny—not trying-too-hard funny, just… she sees the world in this way that makes everything lighter.”
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