Yesterday, Dad told me this story …

I did not know the power of hearing a story until I heard dad told me this story yesterday. After we had dinner, dad took me to my bed and smiled at me warmly. Then he moved a special chair in my room next to my bed. This chair is special to me not because it is a beautiful piece of furniture in my bedroom but because dad sits on it every night to tell me a story.

I laid on my bed with eyes wide open and with an undivided attention to hear what he has to tell me. I knew it was going to be awe...