I Was Scrolling Facebook When I Saw My College Photo – It Turned Out My First Boyfriend Had Been Looking for Me for 45 Years!
The rhythmic hum of a quiet life has a way of becoming a cloak—heavy, familiar, and deceptively permanent. At sixty-seven, I believed I had memorized every stitch of my existence. I am Susan, a nurse of forty years, whose career has transitioned into the soft focus of semi-retirement. My days are no longer defined by…