He looked at me with an expression I could not forget.
“I am not alone, Lola,” he said. “I have you.”
That answer broke my heart more than I let him see.
Then, almost overnight, everything changed.
He joined dating apps.
I first noticed when I visited him one Saturday afternoon.
He was sitting at the kitchen table with his phone in both hands.
His reading glasses rested low on his nose, and he was smiling at the screen.
My father had not smiled like that in years.
“What are you looking at?” I asked.
He quickly locked the phone.
“Nothing.”
I raised an eyebrow.
He lasted less than ten seconds before confessing.
“I made a profile.”
“A dating profile?”
He nodded, suddenly looking embarrassed.
I hugged him before he could explain himself.
He stood stiffly at first, then wrapped his arms around me.
“I think Mom would approve,” I told him.
