"You should have allowed him to do it all the same, we love toast and egg in America, I would still have eaten it, you didn't have to cuss him out Grandma," I told her pointedly, adjusting myself so that I was now sitting closer to the edge where she was too. "You have to apologize to him, Grams," I told her and she let out a huge groan. "There's no need to be so dramatic, I'm sure he'll get over it," Grandma told me but one could see that she was attempting to wave it off. "No one's being dramatic Grandma, it's just you, now go makeup with your husband," I told her and she smiled at me. This was how things had been for the past year. I remember when I told them that I was planning to move here, they had been so overjoyed and they welcomed the idea permanently. Of course, they weren't happy that Ethan and I got divorced but since there was nothing they could do about it, the situation couldn't be helped, what we focused on was moving on and they supported my decision to move here
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