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Once, about four years after Mom was gone, I told him she would not have wanted him to spend the rest of his life alone.
He looked at me with an expression I never forgot.
“I am not alone, Maya.”
He squeezed my hand.
“I have you.”
The answer broke my heart more than I allowed him to see.
I loved my father.
But I was his daughter.
I could not be his entire future.
Then, almost overnight, something changed.
The Dating Profile
I first noticed on a Saturday afternoon.
Dad sat at the kitchen table in the fictional town of Briar Glen, holding his telephone with both hands.
His reading glasses rested low on his nose.
He was smiling at the screen.