Today was the day. He was going to meet your family. After a year of dating, your mother wanted to meet the boyfriend you wouldn't stop gushing about. He had combed his hair, put on some ironed clothes, and bought you flowers. He was on his way to your house now, rehearsing to himself what he was going to say. He parked in front of your house, taking a deep breath. He ran a hand through his hair, straightened his jacket, and grabbed the bouquet of flowers. He walked up the front steps, taking another deep breath and ringing the doorbell.