“Totally freaked me out. I thought she had cancer or something. When she had said Barry had proposed, she had looked nauseated with worry. But I had been so happy I had screamed and hugged her, repeating, “I’m going to get a dad. Wow. I’m really getting a dad.” Okay, yes, I already had a dad. But he’d been dead for thirteen years. His name had been Daniel. I was three when it happened, so I don’t remember him. At all. Mom says I was a major daddy’s girl, and I like to think that was true as a wa...y to, you know, apologize to him for completely forgetting his face, and his voice, and his smell, and all that. Still, the idea of a living dad had totally excited me. And I hadn’t been upset about Mom remarrying at all. It had been pretty much a relief, actually. I’d been wickedly concerned about her since I started high school when college suddenly loomed ahead. Soon, I’d be moving out and heading off to some university, and Mom would be left all alone. That just wasn’t acceptable.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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