I went to my dad’s office to wait for him—and caught a moment I haven’t been able to forget since. His coworker was feeding him an orange, like… actually peeling it and putting it in his mouth. It’s been almost a year, and after watching them quietly, it doesn’t feel like just friendship. They laugh a little too easily, lean in a little too close. My mom passed when I was five. It’s been just me and my dad ever since. He raised me with so much love and strength, and I’ve never seen him seriously date again—until now, maybe. I want him to be happy, but this is just… a lot to process. Anyone else ever go through something like this? #familyfeels #singleparent