The hardest part was about to start, I spoke to my mom and luckily she was still in town because of the accident we recently had. She wasn’t surprise at my request for her help, she said she could see it in Aysa’s eyes, that she was the one for me. Her direct words were “after all you did let her sleep in your bedroom, had clothes delivered for her and let her use your space, if that’s not love I don’t know what is.” I laughed recalling her words, it may sound silly but the person I am or was wouldn’t let anyone near his personal stuff. I kept my life private, mom also preferred the quiet, and I think it has to do with what happened when we were younger. I would have thought being surrounded with people would be better but she prefers animals. She has a cottage less than an hour outside of
