"Triggered by what?" my mother asks back, her forehead creased, almost undoing the effects of the Botox she uses.

"Triggered by the excitement of hearing her gentle voice," I say, causing my father to stifle a laugh while my mother appears to widen her eyes. Clearly, the woman who gave birth to me is surprised by my indecent words. But it doesn't end there because I continue my sentence. "Imagine being me. After days of restraining myself from thinking about and missing my future wife, suddenly ...