Twenty-Five
DECEMBER-18 YEARS OLD
“I want you to meet my parents,” Matthew says.
“I would love that.”
So, a week later, I find myself laughing at the dinner table with his family. He had brothers, which he had talked about at length but they weren’t there. His family seems close just like mine used to be. When they bow to pray before we start eating, it is different than the “God is great, God is good” prayer that we said sometimes when it was a special occasion or company was at our house.
“Does your family have anything special planned for Christmas, Kelly?” his mother asks me.
“Yes ma’am. We always have a big family lunch. This year it’ll be bigger than normal since a lot of the family will be together.”
“Matthew tells me your sister is at LSU?”
“Yes, she is,” I suddenly feel un
