Little Sarah’s tiny hand reached out, a desperate attempt to touch the still face in the casket—her father, David. Gone too soon, at only 5 years old, she didn’t understand the finality of death, only the ache of missing him. As her fingers brushed his cheek, a soft sigh escaped his lips. A collective gasp rippled through the hushed room. People murmured; some screamed. But Sarah, lost in her own world of grief, only knew that, for a brief, precious moment, her daddy was back.
David’s story had been one of relentless striving. Born into poverty, he carried the weight of his parents’ unfulfilled dreams—a life free from the shackles of want. Their early passing only fueled his determination. He toiled tirelessly, first in construction, then hawking fruit by the roadside, even pulling night shifts in…Read Full Story Here..…………………
