A father with children of both 16 and 8 going on 9 lay peacefully on his deathbed, and the youngest child is crying tears that could fill a river. “I can’t believe it. Papa is gone,” the youngest said, crying. “Everything will be okay. Though we don’t have father anymore, we still have each other.” The eldest replied. “You’re too optimistic, sister. Our papa is gone, and he’s not coming back.” The...