A Kind of Love Story You Don’t Hear Often
You‘re always right where you are meant to be. . .
I don’t quite remember how old I was when I first heard the story of how my parents met. What I do remember was thinking how fairy-tale like it sounded, almost like something you would see in a movie. It’s the kind of story you share with people and they go and tell their friends, or even something fun to bring up when you have company over. I guess no matter what the answer ends up being, we seem to love asking couples how they met.
By now you might be wondering… what’s the story — how did they meet? Their story has enough details to write a novel, but I’ll save that for another time and just get to the good stuff!
The year was 1994. My Soviet-Union born mother left her job as a nurse in Russia and found herself working in a meat factory in Greece. At 29 years old, she was an independent woman and had been single for most of her life, focusing on her work and family.
My dad on the other hand was living in America, as he had been since moving from Greece at 10 years old. He was single, working as a technician and approaching 35. His mother was in Greece on vacation at the time, and heard there was a beautiful (single) woman in the neighboring town. So, she did what most mothers would do — she called her son.
