When my wife died, it left a hole the size of Texas in my heart.

Alone with our young daughter, I needed assistance.

That's when I found her.

Or did she find me? Young, beautiful, and insightful beyond her years, she saved me from making a terrible mistake.

Did I make one anyway when I hired her and brought her into my home?

It didn't feel like a mistake when I took her into my arms and showed her what it's like to be a woman.

In my lifetime I'd learned when things are going great, something happens to make it disappear.

Would it happen to me again?