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Dear Dad, From the moment I came off of that plane and was placed in your arms, (even though I was an oblivious baby at the time) I felt safe; I felt like I was truly home. I've had a tough twenty-something years. But you know what? I don't care. I don't care because I've got you to support me, cheer me on, and tease me to death until my frown turns upside down, and I'm a giggling mess squirming in your strong arms. We've been through a lot, Dad, you and I. From my first time on the beach in Chincoteague to Moon Rides in the backyard. From my first cleft-palate operation to my asthma attack during that Easter Vigil Mass. From my bouts of d

watching her every moment. people scrutinizing her every move. judging whatever flew out of her mouth. she felt it. heard it. saw it. the one place she found security - sanction - was a world created all her own. she surrounded herself with walls. was careful to seal them up; was careful to block the spies from looking in; was careful to keep the spies from finding her weakness. she made sure to not get caught off-guard. hiding was what she became good at; faking her emotions became second nature; pretended that everything was okay. inside she was broken. it came to a point where she could no longer trust; she was afraid to trust; i