The Little Girl Who Asked Me to Be Her Daddy The Reason I Said Yes and the One Reason I Almost Didn’t

A Thursday afternoon was the day that I entered room 432 with a leather vest on my back and a children’s book in my hand. It was on that day that I had my first encounter with Amara.

My tattoos reach up my arms, and my beard reaches my chest; I am the kind of man that most children instinctively shy …

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