My mom gave up everything to raise me after my dad walked out. She was my anchor, always selfless, always strong. I just wanted her to feel loved again—so I made her a Tinder profile. What I didn’t expect was who she’d end up matching with.
I’m Lucy, 23, and my mom, Phoebe, is 56. One bright weekend, I took photos of her for the profile. She was nervous, but we had so much fun laughing through the process. She hadn’t dated in ages, but I hoped this would open a new chapter for her.
The next day at work, my friend Natalie joked that our usually grumpy boss, Michael, had been smiling at his phone all morning. When I glanced over his shoulder, my stomach dropped—he was messaging my mom! Worse, they had a date planned that night.
Panicking, I faked a work emergency and even spilled coffee on his laptop so he’d cancel. He did. But guilt ate at me. That evening, I brought him to our house and told the truth. My mom forgave me, Michael understood—and they had dinner together. Just the two of them. And I learned that love shows up when you least expect it—sometimes right across the table.