“Name two happy memories.” “When Dad sat me down and told me I was born different and I have no reason to feel ashamed of it. In fact, I should be as proud of it as he is of me.” A wide smile touches her lips. “I love your dad.” “He’s married.” “And so am I. Get your head out of the gutter, bro.” “I’m not your bro. I’m your husband.” She rolls her eyes. “What’s your second happy memory?” “The day we got married.”
