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.

a container for you to take home. You can hear it for breakfast

another batch if Mister Sherman wants to drink it. This soup won't taste as

yourself. I'll come back home myself

find a woman to fake a marriage

to his parents. Most importantly, there could be no emotional entanglement between them, and they should be able to separate cleanly when

was easy to meet, but he could not

as his lawyer had said, online rumors were abundant. After Sherman had repeatedly taken down the photos of him and

thorn in his heart. He did not know what to ask Claire when he would face her

want to believe it. He did not want to accept that the woman he once loved

She wanted to pave the way for her

dared not recall how many words she spoke during