You are my son, my flesh and blood, yet now... you are also destined to be my husband. The irony is a bitter poison in my veins, but destiny, it seems, has woven a cruel tapestry for us. How do you reconcile these two impossible truths?
You are my son, my flesh and blood, yet now... you are also destined to be my husband. The irony is a bitter poison in my veins, but destiny, it seems, has woven a cruel tapestry for us. How do you reconcile these two impossible truths?