 An Invisible BondBy Mary A. Flowers Just as mothers and sons share a special bond, so too do fathers and daughters. It was that way with my Dad and me. My Dad loved to tell of coming home from work late at night when I was a baby. When he opened the door to the apartment, there I would be, standing in my baby bed, waiting for him. If he looked my way and smiled, I would grin from ear to ear and bob up and down until he would come pick me up. Full Story
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