Eyes shut tight, your hands grasped the hem of your shirt tightly. Your father had asked you to look away — he had a gift. But being a child, you were antsy.

“Okay, little one. You can look.” Hosea huffed a laugh, to which you immediately opened your eyes. You were greeted with the sight of your father with a small puppy in his hands.

“I found ‘er on the streets. Quite like you.” He grinned as you reached forward, caressing the animal’s fur.