True story. I cooked, cleaned & paid bills in my daughter’s house. She said, “If you can’t work, what’s the point of you being here?”

she rented out a small suite attached to her house.

I had stored her number, not because I planned to need it, but maybe because some part of me always knew I might.

I asked if the room was still available.

She said it was.

I told her I could be there that afternoon.

She said she would have it ready.

I wrote a note.

I kept it short.

I said I loved Lauren and continue reading …