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SilviaMy name is Silvia, and I’m thirty-five years old and a widow. My husband, Lloyd, was forty-five when he passed back in two thousand twenty due to complications from Covid. We’d been married for ten years, and he was the love of my life. I have my stepdaughter, Megan, who is now seventeen. Since Lloyd’s passing, we’ve become more like best friends than mother and daughter. We still have our mother-daughter conflicts, but overall we get along very well.Our family, before Lloyd’s departure, was an active one. Well, we still are. I run, swim, do yoga, and lift weights. Megan plays varsity volleyball in the Fall and varsity soccer in Winter on her high school team, and naturally, we’re her biggest fans, hoping for a scholarship somewhere. We all love camping, hiking, beach-going, and Megan’s favorite hobby, birding. Some think it’s silly, but birds are Megan’s favorite animals. We came to enjoy it almost as much as she does. We have all the equipment, binoculars, spotting scopes, cameras, and quite a library of bird books. Megan is a good photographer and also draws.Back in twenty nineteen, we’d planned a trip to Costa Rica. It was all Megan would discuss, the tropical paradise full of brightly colored birds and warm sandy beaches. Unfortunately, we never made that trip. However, since things have settled, I decided to treat Megan Ankara bayan escort to a two-week trip last December. It was a birthday and a Christmas present. She turned seventeen on December second. It wasn’t going to be inexpensive.Thankfully, Lloyd and I took out life insurance policies just after marriage. We made sure, well, he made sure that Megan and I would have the house paid off and enough money for Megan to attend college if that’s what she chose to do. This was back when she was seven. So, after the finances were settled, I had enough money, thanks to my thoughtful husband, to splurge on our baby.The trip was two weeks of birding and leisure time along the coast, where we could swim, snorkel, relax, and let the world go by. Megan would miss the week before winter break with some soccer games and practices. I had thought about three weeks, but that was a bit much for me.I found a company online that did custom tours. When I contacted them, I asked for a younger guide, maybe a student, so Megan wouldn’t get bored with someone my age or older talking in monotones as we explored the jungle looking for birds. Luckily, the tour company employed college students studying at the university in San Jose. I believe it was the Universidad Veritas. I liked what they were selling and paid a Escort bayan Ankara deposit.I received a few emails from our tour guide before we set out on our trip. Her name was Ines, and she wanted to know the types of birds and a little about us so she could tailor the tour to things we wanted to do. I thought that was very nice and well worth what we were paying. But I’m getting ahead of myself.I decided to talk to Megan in July since I had to book things beforehand. I asked her if she’d like to go to ensure she wanted to before I placed a deposit. I knew she would, and she could help plan the trip. When I asked, I got that look. Like, are you crazy, mom? I’d love to go!So, we poured over various areas, what birds might be where, which were lovely beaches, then talked to travel consultants and customized our tour.I loved seeing Megan focusing on the trip, we were pretty close, like I said, but it was all she talked about that Summer. We went to a few wildlife refuges so she could practice her ‘bird in flight’ photography. We bought bird books on Costa Rica, new hiking boots, bikinis, clothes, and tour guides.Our relationship strengthened further, making plans together. We’d already faced adversity together and made it through unscathed. Megan was a doll; Lloyd and I couldn’t have asked for Bayan escort Ankara a more beautiful and loving daughter.I was glad when school started in September. It made Megan focus on her schoolwork and volleyball. Megan took after Lloyd as far as athletic ability and height. She’s five-foot-ten, a little tall for soccer but perfect for volleyball. With her looks and height, Megan could easily pass for twenty-one.Lloyd and I worried about her and the boys when she started high school. But that trouble never seemed to materialize. She dated some, going to the junior prom with a boy from down the street. However, her main focus was sports and academics. It didn’t bother us to have sleepovers with members of her teams, and we even hosted a few. She was drug-free and not obsessed with having a boyfriend and fitting in.As December grew closer, Megan became more anxious, as did I. We packed, repacked, then packed again, ensuring our luggage was under the weight limit. I happened to notice during one packing session Megan quickly stuffing something into a corner of her bag. She was hiding something, so I asked.She blushed a deep crimson, having been caught. Then sheepishly, she slowly withdrew what I initially thought was a rope or something. Holding it up, she showed me a string bikini she’d bought so she could work on her tan. I had to temper my response because this trip was all for her. I told her to save it for a more private beach if we found one. She smiled, thanking me for not freaking out. I didn’t want to be the overprotective mom, yet I didn’t want my baby girl flaunting her body. She had a good head on her shoulders, so I let it go.
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