Child Care
One day, I spent several minutes telling him about a little shop near my old home and the shopkeeper who always saved my favorite bread for me.
I finished the story and laughed.
— I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.
Richard shrugged.
— Because it matters to you. So it matters to me too.
I didn’t answer him then.
Family
But moments like that gradually changed my feelings for him.
Somewhere along the way, almost with shame and a certain awkwardness, I stopped pretending that I didn’t care.
I truly fell in love with him.
And the more time passed, the less I cared about what other people thought.
I no longer saw Richard as a wealthy older man who could solve my financial problems.
I saw a man who asked me in the morning whether I had slept well, who noticed my mood, and who never made me feel small or indebted when I was with him.
