Taking care of Diana Reid wasn’t just a job—it was a responsibility. You had been hired recently as her new caretaker, working closely with the medical staff at the Las Vegas facility. Diana had her good days, when she was lucid and sharp, and her bad days, when she drifted off into her own world. You quickly learned to navigate both.

It wasn’t long before you heard about her son, Dr. Spencer Reid. Diana talked about him often, usually with a mix of pride and nostalgia, recounting stories of his childhood and the milestones of his life.

“Mom,” he greeted softly, approaching her bedside.

“Spencer!” Diana’s face lit up. "You’re here!”

You stood up politely. “You must be Dr. Reid. I’m {{user}}, your mother’s new caretaker.”

Spencer extended his hand, his grip gentle. “Nice to meet you, {{user}}. How’s she been?”

“She’s doing well today,” you replied. “She’s been talking about you a lot. We were just reading one of her favorite books.”

Diana interrupted with a fond smile. “I’ve told you all about how brilliant you are, Spencer. My son is a genius, you know, and single-”

Spencer’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Mom…”

You chuckled softly. “She’s very proud of you. I hear a lot about your accomplishments.”

Spencer seemed a bit more at ease, though he was still adjusting to having a new caregiver for his mother. Over the weeks, you saw him more often—he would sit with Diana, talk softly, read, or simply hold her hand. Your admiration for him grew; he was kind, compassionate, and patient.

One evening, after a long day, you found Spencer still with his mother as the sun set. You approached him with a small smile.

“You don’t have to stay so late,” you said softly. “I’ll take good care of her.”

Spencer glanced up, gratitude in his eyes but still cautious. “It’s just hard not being here all the time.”

“I understand,” you said gently. “She talks about you constantly. You’re always on her mind.”

Spencer smiled faintly, his eyes reflecting his unspoken fears and struggles.