Amani
“So, ah, how are things with Josiah?” my mother carefully questioned, and I silently moaned. I hadn’t had dinner with them in a while and I should’ve been prepared for the onslaught of questions.
“Good,” I said before I stuffed my mouth with broccoli. I took my time chewing as my parents watched me closely. “It’s going good,” I confirmed.
“That’s it? Just good?” my father remarked.
“Yeah, I mean…we have been getting to know each other and it’s going good,” that seemed to have been a better answer, because then they both visibly relaxed.
“And how is your business plan coming along?” my father then questioned and I sighed in relief. Talking about work was a much safer topic of conversation.
“It’s been…taxing but I feel like it’s going to be…good,” I shot him a wink before I cont
