My mother was 45 when she told me she had met someone new. I remember how her voice softened, full of hope she hadn’t felt in years. She had spent so much of her life putting others first that seeing her excited about someone felt long overdue. I wanted happiness for her more than anything — until I met the man she was falling for. He was twenty-five, confident, kind, and far younger than I expected. I tried my best to be polite, but the age difference unsettled me.
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