Douglas POV
All was going so well.
We were at the store, and I was enjoying the process of picking out paint and all the other items we needed. These rooms are going to look like my childhood dream, a room I wanted, not what I ended up with. Unlike my parents, I intend to listen to my children, and if it is something I can do, I will try to accommodate their wishes.
Times change, ideas change, yet my mother is stuck in the nineteenth century. That was how it felt growing up, when all my friends had devices and new phones, but my mother didn't think that such things were necessary. My father was the one who gave me a phone, and he told me to make sure my mother didn't see it. So when she was around, my phone was on vibrate and mute, so she wouldn't know I owned one. At high school, it w
