4

When Cheryl Williams knocked on the door, I had already changed into a pullover sweatshirt. When she opened the door, her eyes scanned my body like a radar, revealing the dissatisfaction I had known for more than a decade. She said, "Go change your clothes. You are too informal." I looked straight at her without any evasion. The longing and awe I had for this mother when I was young had already been worn away in these six years. I responded, "I only have a sweatshirt."

Cheryl Williams 's eyebrows flashed with a hint of surprise and confusion, and perhaps a hint of anger. She was angry that her biological son, who had always been docile and well-behaved, would one day defy her so bluntly. She walked straight past me, walked to the closet in the room, picked out a small gray suit, and ordered, " Simon Johnson , go change." Her eyebrows and eyes had already condensed into a thin layer of ice, but I didn't care, and my eyes were still calm. I responded, "You don't think that the clothes I wore when I was sixteen or seventeen can still be worn at the age of twenty-three, right?"

After saying that, Cheryl Williams ' eyebrows flashed with a trace of astonishment, and her voice was a little annoyed that someone had seen through her: " Simon Johnson , are you still blaming me for sending you abroad? Why are you becoming more and more ignorant?!" I laughed, it turns out that there are really people who can remain unchanged after so many years. I relaxed my expression, rubbing the plain ring on my left ring finger with my fingertips, and responded, "No, to be honest, I am very grateful to you."

Cheryl Williams was speechless, unable to speak after I handed her the step. She turned and left, her high heels making a "tapping" sound on the wooden floor. I followed her indifferently and went downstairs. At this time, the whole family had gathered in the living room, including my father, mother, half-brother and sister. The other three people frowned when they saw my outfit, but didn't say much. After all, the marriage between Johnson and Smith's families was a fact that was set in stone, and it would not change because of a nobody like me.