My first father in law didn’t like me much at all, but he attempted to work at that dislike by calling me his daughter. I didn’t like him much either at first but his example softened me.

When the thought of him came to mind in the company of others I found it difficult to complain about, “MY father- in -law” when I used the term, “my father,” instead.
As soon as I met John’s Mother I loved, liked, and admired her; it was easy to call her, “Mom,” the same with my daughter’s partner Michelle, I call “daughter.”
A checkout lady pointed to the younger employee exclaiming, “She made me put the pterodactyl in that display although it didn’t belong there.”  The young woman was right, I noticed the pterodactyl pillow pet because it was completely out of place being the wrong color, shape, and didn’t at all fit the theme. The young lady hugged the stuffed animal goodbye.
I attempted to tell them both what an important find this pillow pet was for me. I knew Michelle would love it and her mom had just died. So I said, “My daughter’s mother just died so I need a pterodactyl! The clerks just looked confused.  nancymauerman.com