Life can get challenging at times. One day you feel like you are at the top of the world, and then the next, you feel like you’ve failed.
When I moved back to my hometown, I was already seventy-three and hadn’t lived there since leaving for college in my youth. However, things got hard for me and I struggled to get by on my pension, so I dusted off my nursing license and landed a job at the local hospital. It wasn’t ideal, but I just needed to survive.
I had worked my whole life, never married, and never had kids. Who knows—maybe it just wasn’t written in the stars for me, or maybe it was because of Thomas, my high-school sweetheart and my only love. I fell for him in my teens, but then I moved to another country while he stayed behind to work at his dad’s hardware office. That was pretty much the end of us. Every now and then, I wondered what life was like for him. Was he married? Was he happy? And while deep down I wished to meet him again, it wasn’t something I ever thought would actually happen.
But it did.
