Norman

"Norman, this is my mom and dad, Emma and Harold Miller," Sasha said.

The two people were a lot older than Norman imagined, but he saw that they were loving, caring people. The kindness in their eyes showed through. While he'd been participating in this yearly event of torture, "taste the food", he'd noticed her parents arrive. The care they gave to each child was something he admired.

"Hello, it's great to meet you," he said.

"It's about damn time we met you. Been married for what? A month or so, and we're only getting to meet you now. It's a disgrace."

"Dad, stop it," Sasha said, chuckling. "We've been busy, and we both know you'd have needed to calm down before you could even accept him into your life."

"Yeah, well, a father is still allowed to be ... annoyed."

Norman smiled as he noticed Harold hesitated before saying something, making sure kids didn't hear any cussing words.

According to Shannon, the event was a roaring success. Norman would double, maybe even triple, his donatio