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We lay in the dark, my head on the pillows, Grace’s on my shoulder. I stare out the window looking at the twinkling stars of London as we reminisce about our hometown of Savannah, Georgia. Our conversation always centers around Dad and all the wonderful things he did for us even though he was a busy man, working hard to support the family and our mother’s spending habits.

From the corner of my eye, I can see Grace’s face light ...