It is now over 20 years since this dreadfully painful day transpired. I remember it vividly as if it happened just now. I had not seen my daughter in several months, other than the ten minutes I held her in court. I purchased her a cute, bean bag doll that smelled of baby powder. When I picked her up for my visitation, I hugged and kissed her while fighting back the pain and tears. I buckled Sarah into her car seat and gave her the doll. She held it against her chest with one arm. I repeatedly looked at her in the rear-view mirror while driving home. She had a very confused, blank facial expression. It was then that our eyes met and I heard a soft, tiny voice say, “Yeah, Daddy is home.” I burst into tears and cried the rest of the way home.
TEAR