Anna.
My mother Teresa is a proud woman. She loves all of her children, but when it comes to breaking promises, she doesn’t take kindly to it. So when I told her about postponing the wedding, she didn’t sound too happy.
With the phone pressed to my ear, I listen to my mother drone on, “You promised you would do this.”
“I am, Mom, but right now I need a little more time to wrap my head around it. I only found out a couple of weeks ago, and already he’s talking about pushing up the wedding. I’m not ready to take that step right now. It can wait. It’s been years already; what’s another couple of weeks?”
She exhales sharply. “Your father isn’t going to be happy about this.”
My father, Danny, is an understanding man, although strict; he has always had a soft side for me, so I know he will
