Love in the Time of Catfishing
The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the fields. The sound of crickets filled the air as I rode up to the old farmhouse. It had been years since I'd last seen my grandfather, but memories flooded back as I dismounted my bike and walked towards the porch. My mother had warned me that he wasn't doing well – physically or mentally - but I couldn't have imagined what awaited me inside.
