My dad died when I was 11. The part where she remembers her surprise somehow pulls my heartstrings.

It wasn't something I made, it was instead a gesture he's done.

When he died on duty, they collected all his items and found a book. In it was a photo of me he used as a bookmark. That much love, I have no words. And on top of it all, I am adopted. He never once made me feel that I wasn't one of his own.

Thanks for writing this. The vivid imagery you used, the surprise on her face, I can picture it in my head. The featured image you chose even added more brightness to how I envision it. Happy father's day