The Importance of a Father’s Love
I am not a father. I am not even a man. I am a woman who had a loving, involved dad who loved my mom. When I was in high school, my friends and I would share about our home-life, and after a new friend commented on how strange it was that my parents loved each other, I started to compare my dad to the dads of my friends. I realized just how lucky I was.…
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