I Wanted to Find a Wife for My Widowed Dad and Tested Them – Only One Passed
Dad Thought I Didn’t Notice. But I Did. It was in the way he sat quietly at night, holding his coffee like it held answers. The way his eyes softened when we passed couples holding hands in the park. The way he stared at the old photos of Mom, his thumb gently brushing over her smile like he could feel her through the glass. Yeah. I noticed. He missed her. He was lonely. And even though he pretended he was fine, I could see through it. He’d smile at me