MariNaomi
During our last visit to see my folks, my father responded to a scene from my romantic memoir.
I quit my morally-questionable job and started dating a hippie.
"I was at my group meeting and I bragged to the other members about my daughter, the PUBLISHED AUTHOR."
He was a barista at the local coffee house. I had a crush on his roommate.
It was a week after the fact when she first noticed it growing.
A ploy to feign innocence.
I let my new mother-in-law read my memoir. Luckily, she enjoyed it.
Wow. That's a much nicer word than what I had in mind.
I attended a nabe party. There was beer involved.
Lucky for me, my passion was stronger than my pain.
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