My mom gave up everything to raise me after my dad left. She was always there—my rock, my best friend. Wanting her to find love again, I created a Tinder profile for her, not expecting the shock I was about to face.She was hesitant at first, but I convinced her.
We took a warm, glowing photo by the window and wrote a sweet profile about her love for gardening and cooking. “Love knows no age,” I told her. She smiled, still unsure, but agreed to give it a try.The next day at work, my friend Natalie whispered that our boss, Michael, had been smiling at his phone all day. Curious, we snooped—and to my horror, I saw that he was messaging my mom. They had a dinner date planned. My heart sank.
