Chapter 7

As the service came to a close, “Daddy’s Hands” by Holly Dunn echoed through the packed church. I bowed my head, fighting back the tears, but the song’s chorus rang in my head. “Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle. But I´ve come to understand. There was always love...

Chapter 3

No words were spoken as he nonchalantly threw two pictures on the table in front of me. Sensing that the pictures were of something I didn’t want to see, I looked away. Calmly, he told me to look at them. All the other officers watched eagerly, as if they were back in...

Chapter 5

I loved my father deeply, and I still thank him for who I am today. I wish he were here so I could share my countless travel stories with him. I also wish he could see what I have accomplished. But the truth is, I never would have traveled the world if my father were...