A Well Lived Life 3 Book 1 SuzanneChapter 45 One Last Try
September 1, 2000, Chicago, Illinois “Hi,” I said sheepishly when I walked into the sunroom where my dad was waiting to cuddle. “Good morning, Pumpkin,” Dad replied. “Come share some cuddles.” I hurried over, climbed into the chaise with him, and snuggled close. He wrapped his strong arms around me and I felt safe and loved. Dad had run and taken a shower and I smelled his soap and deodorant. It was wonderful and I loved how he smelled. “I really am sorry, Dad,” I said. “I shouldn’t have...