In honor of father’s day, I thought I would share this short story again. Enjoy!
He sat by his daughter’s bed, holding her hand. He’d sat beside her bed and rocked her to sleep many times before, but this time was different. She’d been sick most of the night, and no amount of rocking seemed to comfort her.
“Daddy, I don’t feel good.” Her small and weak voice reached him through the darkness, and tugged at his heart.
“I know baby, but it will pass.” He squeezed her hand and she rolled over onto her side, facing him. He ran his hands through her dampened hair, where a cold washcloth had once been. It was hard to imagine this was the same little person he’d gone on a field trip with her school earlier that week. One minute she was fine, and the next minute she came down with the flu. Having four daughters, he had a lot of experience with sleepless nights. But no…
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