To her, the name of father was another name for love.
—Fanny Fern
Today’s story is from Summer Puente.
On occasion, we share a story that cuts deep, so deep that the customary “life lesson” seems extraneous. A story that confounds the traditional paradigm of what a father should be, and reveals the boundless potential of what a father can be.
In the words of Summer Puente…
“This is my dad. With him is my eldest sister, Sonny.”
“Thomas and Sonny eat dinner in the big chair and fall asleep together every night.”
“She’s got the cognitive ability of a two or three year old, with limited speech and mobility and function. Like a baby, trapped within the temperament of a toddler and in the body of a young woman.”