“Honey, I’m getting married next spring,” she said, extending her knotty knuckled hand, which sparkled with an emerald-cut diamond.
I remember my mom and I discussing wedding rings. I hadn’t believed in marriage since I was a kid bc my parents yelled at each other a lot and I’d always thought they’d be happier if they got divorced. But I remember discussing what kind of wedding ring I’d want, Cartier gold, platinum and silver rings as one. That was the year, when that one came out. People would say things to my parents about getting me married and knowing people looking to find a good, Indian girl. My parents didnt like the idea of arranged marriage but they’d ask my brother and, usually my brother, when someone had some person to meet.
