After a sunny vacation with my husband, we returned home feeling refreshed. It was a rare opportunity to spend time alone, away from the grandchildren. Even though we are both over sixty, being on the coast made us feel young again. Our days started leisurely, around nine in the morning, and we enjoyed fresh seafood, walked hand in hand along the beach, and cherished every moment like newlyweds.
One afternoon, while I was wearing a white bikini, my husband complimented me. Just then, a young woman passing by noticed us and, without hesitation, took a picture of us kissing with the ocean in the background.
When we got home, I shared the photo on Facebook. The comments were overwhelmingly positive. Friends and family wrote things like, “You look amazing” and “True love.” But among the warm messages, one comment caught my eye. It was from my stepdaughter.
She had written, “How can she show off her wrinkled body in a bikini? And kissing her husband at her age is disgusting. She looks horrible, seriously, lol.”
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I reread the comment several times, trying to process her words. Before long, she deleted it, but I had already taken a screenshot. I knew I couldn’t let this insult pass without addressing it.
