Growing up I was jealous of a dear friend of mine. She was pretty, intelligent and rich by my youthful estimation. But what she had that I desperately wanted was a dad. Her father adored her, treated her like a princess. Whatever she needed he gladly provided. Whatever she wanted she just had to ask or pout long enough. It seemed she’d melt his heart every time. Yes, I was jealous.

Only once I witnessed him scold her. And it probably hurt him more than it hurt her. But even that scolding was... (Continued)