Diary Entry
For a long while, I mulled it over and finally made up my mindI would choose my own daughter-in-law, the perfect wife for my son. I decided it was up to me to find the right young woman and play matchmaker. My son is, without doubt, the most sought-after child in the world. I am hopelessly in love with my boy. I raised him all by myself, as if he were my own little knightthrough sleepless nights, all the scrapes and sniffles, I was there. Now, the thought of handing this paragon of a man over to another woman seemed almost unbearable!
Of course, I always knew thered come a day when he would fall in love. Still, the idea of letting him go was torturous. So, I began to hatch a plan.
When Fraser started showing interest in girls, I did my best to keep calm and collected. But I simply couldnt get along with his spoiled girlfriend. I told him outright she wasnt right for him. He needed a girl with proper manners, modest and sincere.
I kept my own plan tightly under wraps. Quietly, I began the search for my future daughter-in-law, taking my motherly responsibility seriously. I could only consider girls Id feel at ease with.
The list was short: the girl next door, the daughter of a friend, and a few of Frasers classmates. After a chat with the girl next door and her mother, it dawned on me she wasnt the oneshe was terribly rude, and I desperately wished for my son to be happy with someone gentle.
The next option was my friends daughter, but it turned out she already had a boyfriend. And as for Frasers classmates, well, that was a nonstarternothing but dead ends.
I was at a loss. With no one left to consider, I resorted to following Fraser around, hoping to discern what type of woman truly caught his interest.
I told a little white lie, saying I wanted to watch him at work. He wasnt keen, but agreed anyway. So I spent the entire day quietly observing him and his female colleagues, searching for a spark. I even struck up a few conversations with his co-workers, learning a lot about them.
By the time I left, I knew none of his colleagues were the one. On our way home, Fraser suggested we stop for tea at a local café. I almost refused, but then thought perhaps Id find what Id been searching for there. And indeed, I watched him strike up a pleasant conversation with a lovely waitress. Instantly, I knewshe was the girl.
Her name was Eliza. She was polite, unassuming, and kind. I had a private word with her and explained why Id approached her.
Are you mad? she asked, thoroughly bewildered. Isnt this rather improper?
I replied, Dont you want a brighter future? My son could offer you a wonderful life.
In the end, I offered Eliza a generous sumenough to pay her brothers university fees and then some. The devotion she felt for her brother won out over her qualms, and she solemnly promised shed win Frasers heart.
From then on, Eliza and I kept in regular touch. I gave her every bit of advice I could to help her endear herself to Fraser.
I didnt have to wait long for results. My son was completely smitten. Hed natter on endlessly about how gorgeous Eliza was, how marvellous her cooking, and how they shared a love for old jazz and British films. Eventually I asked him to introduce her, and he gladly obliged.
During Elizas visit, we had an honest conversation. She confessed she truly cared for Fraser, and kindly asked if she might return the money, but that wasnt at all what I wanted.
Since theyd genuinely fallen in love, what would be the point of taking the money back? I insisted she keep it, and suggested she start planning quietly for a wedding.
Now my son is blissfully happy. I have the most agreeable daughter-in-law, who feels more like a friend than family, and our little secret remains just that. Im simply overjoyed that my plan allowed my son a happy future!
