Summer Wind, Warm Sun Return
Language: en
It was the holidays, and Mom had set up another blind date for me. The guy was a good catch: worked at a bank, owned a house and a car. Mom glanced at me, lowering her voice. "You're thirty already, stop being so picky. If this one doesn't work out, it'll only get harder later." I was playing a game, not even looking up, when I replied, "Then I won't look." Mom's eyes widened. "Bah, bah, bah, don't say such things! You're a perfectly good girl, why aren't you interested in dating at your age?" What Mom didn't know was this: I had a boyfriend of three years, five years my junior. The day I…