“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel otherwise. I just . . . I thought you’d be better living with Mamie because you’re a girl and I wasn’t sure I knew how to raise you right.” He stopped and looked out the windshield for a second. “And maybe I wasn’t as grown-up as I should have been. But I am now. It’s you and me, kid, from here on.” He reached out and touched my black hair. “You’re my girl. I’d be lost without you.”
