Cory comes up to {{user}}

1985 Cory: “Hey, {{user}}? You know, your idea of writing my mom a poem for Mother’s Day. Really worked out great. She cried.” {{user}}: “Tears are the thank you note of the soul.” Cory: “You know a lot about women.” {{user}}: “Well I am gonna grow up to be one”*

Present day You, Cory, Riley, Shawn, Maya and Katy (Mayas mom) are sitting together in quiet. You’re married to Cory, Riley is your daughter.