The room fell silent. Our daughter gazed at us in confusion and rage:
So what? He isn’t the same person he was twenty years ago!
I love him! Her boyfriend left faintly. Our daughter rushed after him, slamming the door behind.
We remained alone. My husband’s breathing was uneven, his hands trembling. I could see his old wounds reopening.
Yet I also understood my daughter: love cannot be commanded. Now we faced the hardest decision of all—either accept this man for her happiness or risk losing her trust completely.
