When she hugged her father for the last time before he died, it was the first hug she had ever experienced with him. As she felt the warmth of his chest and his long arms surrounding her, she felt the pang of regret. Why had she never been held by this man--her father? He awkwardly patted her back and pulled away, averting his eyes to look out the window. He muttered a superficial goodbye and shuffled away, signalling that it was time for her to leave. She swallowed the lump in her throat and swiped ang[...]