When my mother was in her mid-forties, she met a man named Aaron who was in his mid-twenties. After years of raising me alone, she seemed genuinely happy again.
I didn’t share her certainty.
From the beginning, I struggled to understand the relationship. The age difference made me cautious, and I found myself questioning his intentions. While he appeared kind, attentive, and supportive, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to be careful.
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