corner in me that somehow hoped that perhaps somebody might actually choose me one day.
I agreed.
At first, it was just work. I’d take her to doctor’s appointments, picked up medications, fix things around the house, cleaned gutters, organized the bills, and carried groceries. All while she moaned and groaned about everything. If I was four minutes late, the whole world seemed to end. But because of some reason, I never stopped returning to her place and helping her with everything she needed.
Eventually, things changed between us. She
