Pulling me into the kitchen, my mum smiled at me.
‘He’s quite a catch,’ she whispered, nodding towards my boyfriend *Brandon, who was happily chatting away with my dad in the living room.
It was 2015, and I’d brought Brandon over to meet my parents for the first time one Sunday afternoon.
Brandon had shown up with a big bunch of flowers for Mum, and a firm handshake for Dad, winning them over right away.
And, after he’d complimented her on her delicious roast dinner, Mum was smitten.
We’d only been together for about eight months, but to be honest, I was smitten, too.
‘You did great, babe,’ I smiled at him as we got into the car.
‘They love you.’
‘Really?’ he blushed.
‘I was so nervous!’
Brandon was…