“Hell, Amy, I never felt anything like that for a long time” I sighed, with content. ********************************************************************************************************************
I was 16 when I met my wife. XXX Walking up to her, I noticed that Amy had removed her hoodie and placed it close to the fire. Amy was sitting on the sofa, apparently lost in her own thoughts, and didn’t notice me until I coughed slightly. When Amy did come over, Jeanne and I always made sure to treat her like an adult, despite her being 11 at the time, partly because she was very mature for her age, mostly because we didn’t want be a parent substitute for her, as it might screw her relationship with her own. After a quick shower, I caught myself in the mirror while brushing my teeth.
