"My sister's dad would take us swimming when I was little. I couldn't swim like they could, but he'd always take me, too. And the water would sometimes be so cold but he'd always pick me up and dry me off and make sure I got warm."
Her eyes were closed again and her words were softer.
"I wished he was my dad..."
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