“You’re like my sun, Holly. I know you’ve always been my shining star, my girl who hung the moon,” he said wistfully, his gnarled fingers and crooked knuckles trailing a shaky path across the dusky sky. “But in reality, you’re more like my sun.” He took her young hand in his weathered one. “Because no matter what, I know I can count on you to rise and set like clockwork. To light up my world and to do what needs to be done around here.”
