When we got home, Daddy went to work on pulling up the vegetable garden and I stayed inside and slept in his recliner.  The outing to the restaurant had worn me some, and I felt like sleeping a while.  Knowing I was asleep, Daddy worked and didn’t worry so much. 

     He told me earlier we had enough sticks and branches to make a nice little fire to roast s’mores with later on.  That was another daddy-daughter tradition.  I knew what he was doing.  He was trying to make me feel safe like I did when I was a kid, doing all these things with me we used to do when Matt and I were kids.  He was trying to help me feel better.  And it was working---a little.

     That evening, under the bright...

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