He was a good man.
He was a man who raised his own kids, three girls, and a boy.
And when he was done, he raised one more.
He didn’t have to marry her mom.
He didn’t have to be a good dad to her.
But, see, he knew the pain of being a stepchild from his own childhood.
So, he raised her, his fourth daughter, as his own.
And she was the luckiest little girl in the world.
Thanks, Dad. I really miss you!