So Close to Happiness

As the live-in son-in-law of the Quimby family, before I fathered an heir, I wasn't allowed to sit at the table for meals. Nadia told me to bear with it, not to make things hard for her in front of the family rules and the elders. So at every family dinner, I could only crouch in the back kitchen with a bowl in my hands. Until this year's Thanksgiving family dinner, when I announced that the IVF embryo had survived, thinking that this time I could finally sit at the table to eat.