Tom worked far away from home.Soon it was time for him to leave.The house suddenly felt empty.His parents were kind enough.
But they weren't my parents.
Every corner reminded me that I was living in someone else's home. And every night felt longer without him.A month later, Tom came back.
I missed him more than I expected.
For a while, everything felt warm again.
The loneliness disappeared.
The distance disappeared.
And I remembered why I kept trying.Then I noticed her.
A widow living nearby.
Tom spent a lot of time with her.
Helping her.
Talking to her.
Playing with her child.
Everyone called it friendship.
So I called it friendship too.
Even when doubt quietly knocked at my heart.