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Chicken Soup for the Soul

A few days ago I received an email from a gentleman overseas about my essay The Fabric of my Memories in the Chicken Soup for the Soul: Parenthood book.0212132032

His inquiry was simply if I was, in fact, the same Dean K Miller who authored the  story. I responded that I was.

Two days later I received the following in a second email, along with photos of this father and his own daughters.

Hi dean,

I was deeply impressed with your unconditional love, unlimited care, and undivided attention for your three daughters.You unselfishly taught them the true meaning of love, to the extent that your eldest daughter kept the Sonics scrunchie for more than 10 years. My little daughters in the pictures were sitting on my lap as I was reading the story. With each word I read, I gave them soft kisses on their cheeks, hugged them tightly to my heart, and cherished each and every precious moment I shared with them. My older daughter’s’ tiny fingers brushed my tears away, tears of gratitude of course. It is not blood or flesh, but the heart that makes us fathers.

Have a peaceful weekend,
People often ask why I write…My answer is the email above.