How we met.
I arrived to my parents apartment on March 9, 2017, bearded, unshowered. My father and mother immediately asked what was wrong. Clearly something was up as I am in the cleaning business, and suppose to be selling clean. I looked anything but.
"I'm not depressed or sad - but I'm frustrated. I'm the perpetual third wheel of all my friends who are married or married with kids."
"Like I've told you before, and I'll say again - Lo que conviene, a la casa viene. What's meant to be, will show up on your doorstep." - responded Mom.
It couldn't be more than seconds later that Mom and I were walking through her lobby to head to work.
I see this beautiful girl standing on the doorstep of the building entrance. As I elbow my mother and roll me eyes, I say "you've got to be kidding me."
Mom walks right up to her after seeing my face.
"Hello, how are you? I think I've seen you before. What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from?"
"My name is Melissa. I'm 24, and from Pereira, Colombia."
"Ah, very nice. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Well, this is my son, Richard. Go on, exchange numbers and he will take you out and show your city. And if he doesn't behave himself, we both can give him a spanking.
The rest, as they say, is history.