She came sneaking in the house around midnight. She was tiptoeing to the stairs. She knew she was supposed to be home two hours ago. Surely daddy would be sleeping now and she could get in bed before he knew she did not make it home by curfew. She put her foot on the bottom stair and then she heard him. Little girl, where in the hell have you been? Do you know what time it is. The breath she had been holding trying to make it upstairs, slowly came out with a long sigh. She knew she was in trouble now. Her hand came off the banister as she slowly turned to see daddy standing there in the shadows of the dining room. He looked at her and told her to come here. With her head lowered, she … Read entire article »