He should have been there.
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling. Psalm 68:5
I had it all planned out perfectly. It was my seventh birthday and I wore my favorite blue dress to school that day. I fixed my hair and even saved half my lunch for him in case he was hungry from the long trip. I sat at the table closest to the door, just to make sure he would not get me confused with the other kids.
I imagined them calling my name over the loud speaker:...
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