Biker Promised The Dying Girl One Last Ride But She Asked For Something Else Instead
The little girl with the white bandage wrapped carefully around her small head looked up at me with wide, tired eyes and said the words that broke something deep inside me: “I don’t want a motorcycle ride. I want you to be my daddy for one whole day.” I’m fifty-three years old. I’ve been riding…
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