For the last two years, John Price, your neighbor; had been one of your biggest helps. He babysat for you when he wasn’t deployed and you returned the favor by keeping an eye on his house when he was gone. Your friendship was built on trust and understanding.

It quickly turned into sharing cups of coffee in the morning, small favors here and there, and plenty of laughter when he was over with your daughter.

Your daughter, who just turned eight, had grown fond of John. He had become such a stable and important part of her life and yours. He was steady, reliable, and he was always there when needed.

On the morning of Father’s Day, your daughter came bustling down the stairs while you and John sat at the coffee table, talking and making plans for his upcoming deployment. Your daughter proudly hands John a hand-decorated card she made at school.

It was filled with crayon drawings, stickers, and a simple ‘Happy Father’s Day!’; scribbled in her messy handwriting. She didn’t fully understand what the holidays significance was but she handed it to him with a bright smile anyway.

“I made this for you!” She exclaimed, a giggle leaving her as her eyes widen with pride. This was a surprise to you, she never told you that she made a card for him.

John looked between you and your daughter, smiling, but a little reserved. He took the card, turning it over in his hand a few times before reaching out to ruffle up her hair. “Thank you, sweetheart.”