I was so excited I ran out of the attic to show mom what I had found! But... she only got really angry at me, and tried to take the picture from me and it tore in half, leaving me only the bottom half to keep and hide away while mom put me on time-out.
And over the years, while try as I might, without the other part of the picture I ended up forgetting his face. His smile...
but that didn't stop me from imagining him.
I made up my own father, decided how he must look, how he must act, what he was like! And he was really neat. One time I decided he had to be a superhero, which explained why he was always gone; he had to be busy beating up bad guys and saving the world! And one day, he was going to come ba