Boris Kodjoe Reminds Us of the Beautiful Bond Between Fathers and Daughters
Every winter at my parents’ house we’d get at least one determined mouse that would fight his way into our basement from the cold and then mistakenly decide to explore the whole house. Even into adulthood when my sister or I caught something little and grey scamper across the wall out of the corner of our eyes we’d abandon our rooms and run to my father. He’d then stake out areas where he suspected the critter might be and stalk him for days like he was a poacher in the Amazon until the culprit was caught. Fathers reassure us that they will fly in to save the day while teaching us by example how to get the job done ourselves.