After Maya encouraged me to open up to her parents about the history with my Dad, they seemed amazingly understanding of it, and her Mum, bless her, had been really quite kind, saying I had them as family now too. It would be something to get used to, but I have to admit, at the same time, it was something I was glad of, for Maya and for Ryder.
We spent the remainder of the evening chatting, listening to tales of Maya growing up which she hated every embarrassing second of. I loved seeing her blushing and wishing her parents would stop. I could see the love between her parents and her, and it made me wish I had had a similar childhood. Like seeing my friends and their parents, it only made me realise all the more what I had missed out on.
We had gone off to bed, in what I was informed
