I sat at the kitchen table for a long while, the note still in my hand. The quiet hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the room.
I realized how quickly we can misinterpret others’ intentions — especially when we’re juggling love, pride, and a lifetime of habits. My son’s girlfriend hadn’t been trying to take advantage of our home. She’d been trying to fit in, to contribute quietly, to respect boundaries that she wasn’t sure how to cross.
Finding Family in New Forms
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