My mother clung to Trevor’s words, and I knew it brought her genuine joy to see him so well-established in his career as a software developer.
Young boy smiling at the camera | Source: Pexels
Mom’s dinner was a hit, and Trevor enjoyed the homecooked meal — he even opted to do the dishes afterward.
Later, as we drove back to my place, Trevor spoke about my mom as though he had gone his entire life waiting to see her again.
“But it was just the bonus, Amara,” he said. “That Fiona Thompson ended up being your mom. I just really wanted to know more about you and about the people who are important to you.”
The evening was a reminder of how unpredictable life is — and how connected we all are.
Mom adores Trevor and is already hoping that our children have his eyes. But Trevor and I have decided to take it slow and see where things go. We found something rare — a shared past, of sorts, and a newfound family that Trevor slipped into with ease.
Couple holding hands | Source: Unsplash
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