My parents’ 40th anniversary was a special milestone, with the entire family celebrating their love. Mom wore red to match Dad, the color he loved,

but I could tell something was off. Her smile in the photo seemed forced, and I knew something was bothering her. I followed her to the kitchen and asked,

“Mom, is everything okay?” She teared up, saying, “Your dad is a nice man, but he’s not the same man I married.” She explained, “Sometimes people grow

together, sometimes they just grow apart. You get used to pretending everything’s fine.” She made me promise not to wait 40 years if I ever felt stuck in a

situation like hers. Just then, Dad returned from one of his “quick walks,” carrying a paper bag. He took out a gold bracelet and handed it to Mom, admitting

he had been distant but wanted to change. “I overheard your conversation,” he said. “I want to try to be better.” Mom smiled, genuinely this time, and that

night, life began to feel beautiful again. The next day, she wore a color she loved and started a pottery class—with Dad by her side. It was the beginning of something new between them