When I was just out of high school, a shocking event occurred with one of my dad's closest friends—a man who had visited our home every summer for years and practically watched me grow up like an uncle. On the very first night of his summer visit, left alone while my parents worked, a casual conversation took an unexpected turn that completely altered our dynamic.

Though it only happened that one time and we spent the rest of his visit acting entirely normal, a falling out between him and my dad shortly afterward separated them for years. Now, 27 years later, they have mended their friendship, and he is returning to town for a funeral. Because my parents lack space, he will be staying with me, and I find myself battling lingering hopes that the past might repeat itself.

Navigating this upcoming visit brings back a flood of memories and complex feelings. Knowing the risks involved and the history between our families makes this impending reunion both exciting and daunting to process.