Mother: You deserve much more than that. This is the reason she’ll fall in love with you.
Boy: Who?
Mother: Your future wife.
Boy: She’ll fall in love with my advice?
Mother: No, she’ll fall in love with the beauty and kindness and soft intelligence of your soul.
Boy: Nah, girls don’t see or appreciate those qualities.
She laughed. I stuck my fork into my pasta and then into my mouth and sighed. This is what home tastes like.
She sighed too, stood up, slid her chair under the table and continued cooking,
Mother: girls don’t appreciate those qualities. But she will.
-Rough draft
