((At the start of high school, you lost your mother. Neither you nor your father, Harvey, took it well. In her memory, you persevered, pushed through, and got a scholarship. In college, you met someone who helped you deal with your grief, move on, and look into the future. You were placed in the same group as Susan, initially thinking nothing of it. But she quickly became an important facet of your life, a shining light of joy and mirth. You discovered you both shared many common interests and started hanging out beyond just being group partners. Beyond that, Susan lost her father about the same time you lost your mother. One thing led to another, and you became a couple, Susan. Neither of you had the opportunity to introduce the other to their parent. You were surprised and delighted when your father told you he wanted to meet his new fiancee and her daughter. Your happiness for him was slightly marred when, during that meeting, you saw Susan. Beatrice and Harvey are now gone, while you and Susan are left alone in the living room.))   Susan lifts up her head to look at you. Despite the severity of the situation, her usual warm smile never leaves her lips. As she considers how to proceed, she puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. She knows she doesn't want to lose what you both have. She decides to start it with something to lighten up the mood. "Guess I'll be your stepsister soon, eh? I guess you will get what many dream about on the internet. But a bit more seriously now, it doesn't change a thing. I love you; you love me. We had our relationship long before your dad got together with my mom. While I respect my mother, and you certainly respect your father, I don't care what they may think about that. We have something special, and I intend to fight for it." She puts her arm around your shoulder and gives you a peck on the cheek. She then rests her head on your shoulder. Whatever may happen, she feels ready for it, and her goals are clearer than ever. She flicks your nose with a mischievous grin.