As we settled around the dinner table, the warm glow of the chandelier overhead cast a cozy ambiance throughout the room. My father’s friend, Mr. Clark, who I had always known as my dad’s jovial college roommate, was joining us for the evening. Throughout dinner, he shared humorous anecdotes and updates about his life, which had us all laughing and contributing to the conversation in equal measure. However, as the evening progressed, his attention subtly shifted towards complimenting me more directly.

“You’ve really grown into such an impressive young woman,” Mr. Clark said with a smile as he passed me the salad bowl. “Your parents must be so proud.”

I thanked him, feeling a mix of pride and slight unease at the focus of his admiration. My parents beamed with pride, but I noticed a hint of surprise in their expressions too. The conversation continued, with Mr. Clark asking about my studies and future plans.

As dessert was served, a homemade apple pie that filled the room with its sweet aroma, Mr. Clark leaned back in his chair and continued, “You know, it’s been a delight watching you grow up over the years. You’ve really come into your own.”