Tears shone in somehow familiar eyes. “Who are you?” Maryse shook the proffered hand. “I know I’ve changed, and maybe your dad’s funeral isn’t the right place to reintroduce myself, but I’m Dale.” Maryse grasped him in a bear hug. Her high-school best friend. Same name, same eyes, different gender.
I remember this one. Beautiful!
Beautiful
Another wonderful story 🥰
This a great story to start my morning with!