The Afternoon Job That Changed My Life: A Caregiver’s Story of Love, Boundaries, and Beginning Again

“No rush here,” he said. “You can learn to walk slow if you want.”

The words landed like a hand on my shoulder—steadying. We drank tea. He told me he’d lost his wife more than a decade ago. “I never remarried,” he said. “When you’ve loved of a certain shape, searching for a twin can be unkind to everyone involved.”

When I left that first afternoon, I realized I wasn’t just going to a job. I was returning to a person.

Small Rituals, Big Rooms

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