Sam, come on over; we need to talk

When Sam walked into the apartment, his father’s soft voice rang in his ears: “Come in; my mother and I will have a serious talk with you.”

He went into the kitchen and saw his parents gloomily sitting at the table opposite each other.

“I thought you were kidding me when you said that,” Sam replied hesitantly, “the last time I saw a film like that, the adopted child was told that she was adopted, and her biological parents were found, and they wanted her to meet them. What about me? Am I an adopted child too?

It was a tired smile on the parents’ faces. However, their thirteen-year-old son didn’t have all that much fun.

The mother softly replied to her son, “No, my son, you are ours, my dear,” setting the dinner table before her. “Well, it’s just … um … I don’t even know how to put it.”

“We decided to separate. There are so many things I must tell you; let me explain,” his father said. “Don’t worry; no one is leaving you, and you did nothing wrong. We both love you, so you can live with each of us separately and come visit me every weekend.”

As Sergei attempted to understand, he asked, “Dad, is your secretary your girlfriend, like in the movie we watched last weekend? And mom, are you with your boss who has a lot of money?”

“No, it doesn’t sound like that,” Sam’s mom said, looking at his dad.

I am not with my secretary, and your mother is not with her boss. I still love your mother, and I believe she still cherishes me. Right, Samantha? I love her with my heart, and I would never hurt her like that,” his father replied.

“And I would not look for someone else because your father is the best man in the world for me,” Sam’s mother said suddenly.

Sam asked, “So why do you want you separate?” he couldn’t understand.

The parents looked at each other in surprise. And, why, if they love each other so much?

“I thought your mother wasn’t happy because I didn’t make much money, so I got a second job. And then she got a stylish hairstyle, updated her wardrobe, got a manicure and pedicure…” Sam’s father said, sighing.

“I thought you stopped noticing me, and I thought you had started to not care about me. I just couldn’t figure out how to get your attention anymore. Whatever you do, it’s over. I don’t need money. I just want you next to me. I don’t want your second job.” Sam’s mother replied.

“What made you call me? Are you trying to let me know there’s no separation?” The child asked indignantly.

Together, they laughed out loud.

When Sam walked into the apartment, his father’s soft voice rang in his ears: “Come in; my mother and I will have a serious talk with you.”

He went into the kitchen and saw his parents gloomily sitting at the table opposite each other.

“I thought you were kidding me when you said that,” Sam replied hesitantly, “the last time I saw a film like that, the adopted child was told that she was adopted, and her biological parents were found, and they wanted her to meet them. What about me? Am I an adopted child too?

It was a tired smile on the parents’ faces. However, their thirteen-year-old son didn’t have all that much fun.

The mother softly replied to her son, “No, my son, you are ours, my dear,” setting the dinner table before her. “Well, it’s just … um … I don’t even know how to put it.”

“We decided to separate. There are so many things I must tell you; let me explain,” his father said. “Don’t worry; no one is leaving you, and you did nothing wrong. We both love you, so you can live with each of us separately and come visit me every weekend.”

As Sergei attempted to understand, he asked, “Dad, is your secretary your girlfriend, like in the movie we watched last weekend? And mom, are you with your boss who has a lot of money?”

“No, it doesn’t sound like that,” Sam’s mom said, looking at his dad.

I am not with my secretary, and your mother is not with her boss. I still love your mother, and I believe she still cherishes me. Right, Samantha? I love her with my heart, and I would never hurt her like that,” his father replied.

“And I would not look for someone else because your father is the best man in the world for me,” Sam’s mother said suddenly.

Sam asked, “So why do you want you separate?” he couldn’t understand.

The parents looked at each other in surprise. And, why, if they love each other so much?

“I thought your mother wasn’t happy because I didn’t make much money, so I got a second job. And then she got a stylish hairstyle, updated her wardrobe, got a manicure and pedicure…” Sam’s father said, sighing.

“I thought you stopped noticing me, and I thought you had started to not care about me. I just couldn’t figure out how to get your attention anymore. Whatever you do, it’s over. I don’t need money. I just want you next to me. I don’t want your second job.” Sam’s mother replied.

“What made you call me? Are you trying to let me know there’s no separation?” The child asked indignantly.

Together, they laughed out loud.

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Sam, come on over; we need to talk