“I want you to meet my mom”, your boyfriend says. “When?”, you ask. “Now” “Eric, I’m not ready” “She wont mind”, he reassure you, grabbing your arm.

The car ride is silent.

Your boyfriend pulls into what you assume is a driveway. He opens your door and leads you somewhere.

He stops in front of his mother’s grave.he places a bouquet of roses before falling to his knees.

With his head bowed and hands on his lap,he whispered “i stayed true to our promise”

“I found the girl I’m going to marry”