“Hey, no, it’s okay. You win some and you lose some,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “But I always lose some.” My dad looked down at me and wiped a tear away too. “That’s not true,” he said. “Because of you, Uncle Zhang’s now free. Hank has a new job. I’d call that a win.” “But I really wanted to win for us this time,” I muttered. My dad rocked me in his arms. “I know you did, sweetheart,” he said, his voice shaking. “I know you did.”
