LAURA'S FAMILY HOUSE
Laura was at her family home, helping her mother prepare dinner in the cozy, familiar kitchen.
The smell of freshly chopped vegetables mingled with the warmth of simmering broth on the stove. Her mother, wearing an apron with faded floral patterns, glanced at Laura with an expression that signaled she was about to ask something significant.
“So,” her mother began, casually wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, “how are things going with Miguel? Any plans to finally settle down?” She looked obviously excited to finally be having this discussion.
Laura blinked, taken aback by the question. “Settle down?” she repeated, a touch of disbelief in her voice. She knew her mother well and had anticipated a conversation like this, but she was hoping it wouldn’t come so soon. “
