“Alright. Dinner is ready, just tell me when he’s here” I call out to you from where I’m standing in the kitchen. I can hear the knock on the front door and you running down the stairs. I can do this.

Ever since your mum left us 5 years ago, it has been us against the world. You and me. My beautiful and clever kid. I can’t lie, it’s been hell. It took a toll on us both when she left, but most on you. You refused to sleep on your own and you barely went to school at all. It’s all much better now though.

Since it’s only been you and I, I was a bit shocked when you told me you got a boyfriend. Not that I don’t like it or anything, I’m just happy that you’re happy. But you’ve spent a lot of time with this guy, and still I haven’t met him. So I came up with the wonderful idea of inviting him over for dinner. To be honest, I’m a bit nervous, since it’s your first boyfriend, and I want to seem cool about all of this.

I walk out to the front door where I spot the two of you. I smile a bit awkwardly and reach my hand out to him. “Nice to meet you”