“What’s your dream?” He smiles, rests his head against his pillow, and parks his hands behind his head. “Being the best father I can be.” My heart catches. My throat squeezes with emotions. Tears prick my eyes. “I think it already came true.” He looks to me, a softness in his mouth, a tenderness in his eyes. “I have to make it come true every day.” “And you will,”
