Honor
I had dinner with my parents last night, and as I sat here getting ready for a date that I didn’t want to go on, I thought about what they said.
Dinner was delicious as always. I got my cooking skills from my mother. No matter how hard she worked with my dad and how busy she was with me when I was a child, she still managed to run a house and cook every night.
“You used my black card. I saw it was for new furniture. What’s going on?”
I knew I had to tell them. I swallowed my lemon rice and set my fork down.
“I moved out of Greg’s house. We are no longer together.”
“Oh, honey, I am so sorry,” my mom said. She put her hand on top of mine. I felt tears come to my eyes, but I blinked rapidly to get them to stop.
“What happened?” My dad asked. “Did he hurt you? Physically? Did he
