I’d only met you once. How was I supposed to know what you liked?
I remember the first time I met you. We looked each other up and down, and we both wondered. Will you become my daughter-in-law? Will she become my mother-in-law?
A couple weeks after our first meeting, my son broke the news. “Ma, we’re getting engaged!” I was so excited — my son was becoming a chassan! I know my son. He has good taste — and now I know you do, too!
I quickly chose a bracelet for you, hoping you would like it and wear it for many years to come. That was a tough one — I’d only met you once. How was I supposed to know what you liked?
I worried about the bracelet, and I worried about our relationship (or lack thereof). Would you like me, like our family? Would our relationship be uncomfortable, or even awful, like in all the stories and articles and jokes, or would we be able to relate to each other beyond the stereotypes?
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