He wants to see her.
I slowly entered. Dad looked fragile and pale between the white sheets. His eyes recognized Grace, but when he looked at me, he showed no sign of recognizing me.
“Dad?” I whispered. I’m here. I’m alive.
He denied sadly with his head.
My oldest daughter died.
I opened the folder and showed him the picture.
It’s me, Dad. And this is Grace. You took this picture on our porch. I had a scab on my knee and you called me your little pirate.
He stared at the photograph and then reached out to touch my cheek.
Are you really my girl?
“Yes, Dad.
She started crying and I held her hand.
Evelyn insisted the visit was altering him, but Dad asked why he had never gone to see it.
“They told me we had lost touch,” I explained. I spent my whole life looking for Grace. I never knew you were still alive.Biology Courses
