A Toast

Melinda Lowe's son was named Ronan Simpson. He was an ambitious young man who worked as a human resources manager, and his salary was average—about 50,000 a year.

His wife was young and beautiful, and she had graduated from a top university too.

They were a perfect match for each other.

With a glass of wine each in their hands, the newlywed couple walked toward the family of three.

Melinda Lowe immediately apologized. "Linda, it's my fault for putting you here. I'm so sorry. The others came alone, but you came with your family, so I had to arrange a separate table for you. It wouldn't have been nice to put this table of three in the middle, so I had no choice but to put you here. I hope you understand me, Linda. See, I've brought my son and daughter-in-law to give you the first toast. How's that for you?"

If not for the fact that Linda James had already heard her daughter say the same things, she would've believed the other.