Love to the Brink, Only Empty Joy

My five-year-old daughter, Cora Hall, got a call from Oliver Hall and ran off to find him on her own.

Little did she know, no one at the house would open the door for her.

It was a typhoon day, and she stood waiting outside in the rain.

By the time I got there, Cora was crying her eyes out, clutching her chest.

She looked up at me and asked, "Mommy, does Daddy not like me? Have I been bad? Why won't Daddy see me?"