The PTA president sneered at my grieving 7-year-old at the Father-Daughter dance
The room was silent, captivated by the commanding presence of General Sterling. His gaze was steady and warm, full of an unspoken understanding that transcended words. He continued, taking Lily’s small hand in his own, his grip gentle yet resolute. “…He made me promise to always be there for you when he couldn’t,” the General…
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