The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"Sir, Ma'am, Mister Sherman, dinner is ready."

Polly brought out the last dish from the kitchen. The aroma wafted through the air from afar.

"It smells so good. Nothing beats the food you cook, Polly," said Sherman as he helped his grandmother to the dining table. That night, it would only be the three of them-Sherman and his grandparents- dining.

"Come back more often, then. I'll cook delicious meals for you every day," said Polly as she served soup to their bowls.

"Yes. If you want to eat Polly's food, come back more often. She loses motivation to cook when you're not home," added Chelsea.

Polly smiled. "Your grandparents have smaller appetites now, and more so your mother. Only your father eats more. You, Mister Sherman, tend to eat the most."

"The more you eat, the more accomplished Polly feels," Roger chimed in.

Sherman, remind me to have Polly prepare a container for you to take home.

"I can cook another batch if Mister Sherman wants to drink it. This soup won't

to trouble yourself. I'll come back home myself

find a woman to fake a marriage with, at least to reassure his family. Both his grandparents were getting older,

from a background that would be acceptable to his parents. Most importantly, there could be no emotional entanglement

first set of criteria was easy to meet, but

said, online rumors were abundant. After Sherman had repeatedly taken down the photos

a thorn in his heart. He did not know what to ask Claire when he would face her again. 'Is it necessary to inquire

want to believe it. He did not want to accept that the woman he once loved could turn out to be

she invited me to the movie that day. She wanted

dared not recall how many words she