Fake Pearls, Real Scars

Synopsis

Before Christmas, I bought a pearl necklace online for 12 bucks. During dinner, I casually said I'd gotten it on sale at the mall for 1,300 bucks. My son, Henry Scott, froze mid-bite, his fork hovering in the air. He frowned. "Mom, really?" My husband, Peter Scott, banged his plate down on the table, glaring at me angrily. "At your age, what do you need a pearl necklace for? Do you deserve it?" After that, the two of them egged each other on, urging me to return it. I sat there, and suddenly the food in my mouth tasted like nothing. The next day, I went to the jewelry counter at the mall and bought a real one.