She was there for me, but she wasn't supposed to make me feel the way she did…
When my wife died, it left a hole the size of Texas in my heart.
Alone with our young daughter, I needed assistance.
That's when I found her.
Or did she find me? Young, beautiful, and insightful beyond her years,
she saved me from making a terrible mistake.
Did I make one anyway when I hired her and brought her into my home?
It didn't feel like a mistake when I took her into my arms and showed her what it's like to be a woman.
In my lifetime I'd learned when things are going great,
something happens to make it disappear.
Would it happen to me again?