I had recently learned that my daughter was living under one of two bridges in Kensington. She's been dealing with addiction for years. She's the apple of my eye, the young love of my life. I've visited those bridges a few times in hopes of finding her. Tonight, I did.
Without any hint of this moment coming, Melanie stood up, looked at me and repeated, "Dad?" You're still here?" "Of course I am Melanie. You're my daughter and I love you."
"Forty dollars would keep me reasonably comfortable through the next eight hours."