“Let’s read this book, Daddy.”
Her small hand and delicate fingers were clasped around the thick pages of a book I knew all to well. We hadn’t read it in years, half her life has gone by since the last time we read it together. The words of this book have been suppressed from my consciousness, they were too emotional even back then. I can remember rocking her tiny frame in my arms and saying the words in my most animated voice, knowing she would only understand the excitement or devotion by my tone and not by word. Continue reading
