He gave Maddoc a key, Captain brass knuckles, and me a white gold chain donning the family crest. Each had their own meaning linked directly to who he saw in our eyes, and mine is a presentation of our family’s strength as a whole. At seven, I was smaller than my brothers, skinnier, but not weaker. I was ten-foot-tall in my mind when I stood less than half of that. I remember our dad told me I walked spine straight and shoulders strong, head high and proud.
