“Do you truly believe your parents will like me?” Marjia asked. She eyed the family’s big Cape Cod-style house with apprehension.
Well, I thought, why shouldn’t she be nervous? If I was meeting her folks back in Malaysia for Ramadan, I’d be one jittery mat salleh.
“Oh, honey,” I replied. “Mom and Dad aren’t what you’re thinking. Besides, it’s Christmastime.”
My parents did me proud. In fact, everything went so smoothly, I decided to speak to them later about our plans.
That’s when I overheard Father asking, “So, what do you think about our son’s little Aborigine?” and Mother quietly giggling.