A few days later, as I got off work, I saw Aiden standing at the door of grandfather’s house, nervously holding a bag of cherries.

“Amelia, I bought your favorite cherries,” he said.

Seeing Aiden like this brought back memories of myself, always adjusting to his moods. I tried to ignore the guilt in his eyes.

“I don’t like cherries,” I replied coldly. “I pretended to like them because of you. But now, I’m tired of pretending. I want to be myself again, so I won’t have them!”

It took me a decade to win Aiden over. I accepted everything he loved and denied my own preferences to please him....