"No. we don’t have any genetic diseases. " I swallowed a small mouthful of fish fillet kidney cake and told her truthfully. I really want to stop eating but I don’t want her to be offended so I keep on eating small amounts.

"Okay, clear on that. I was relieved to know that you don’t have any. How many men have you had sex with before? Or how many relationships have you had before my son?" She took off her glasses and looked at me defiantly. She really wants to know everything about me.

"Huh? Why are they asking? Do I need to answer that?" It's a stupid and ridiculous...