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Prologue

Robbie lifted his tousled head and listened. He could hear his mother talking and laughing softly with friends in the next room. The sound of her voice filled his almost-six-year-old heart with satisfaction and he snuggled down into his thick, soft covers, holding his teddy bear. He loved his mom.

“But where’s your dad?” his friend Billy had asked insistently that afternoon when they were playing in the mud at the edge of the lake. “Where is he, huh?”

He, frowned, remembering. It made him feel funny and hollow inside to think about it. Billy had a dad. He was big and loud and he took Billy fishing on Sunday afternoons. You were supposed to have a dad. Where was his dad?

His mother had said just tonight, “Your birthday is coming up, Robbie. Better start thinking about what you’re going to wish for.”

Could you wish for a dad for your birthday? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to say anything to his mom. He hated it when she looked sad and something told him asking for a dad would make her sad. So he would have to ask someone else.

Putting his hands together, he squeezed his eyes tightly shut and whispered, “Please, please. Could you bring me a dad? I promise I’ll sweep the porch every day and brush my teeth every night. So could you? Could you make him sort of big? I really, really need him.” He opened his eyes, then quickly closed them again, because he’d almost forgotten. “Thank you,” he added quickly. “Thank you very much. And God bless Mom.”