Every week, Susan sat beside her father as he “read” comics aloud. He invented voices, wild adventures, and funny dialogues, making her giggle endlessly. To her, he was just the most magical storyteller.
Years later, Susan discovered the truth: her father couldn’t read. A wartime blast at Normandy had left him unable to. Yet for four years, he created whole worlds from memory and imagination, never letting her childhood be touched by silence.
Love doesn’t always come in perfect forms—it comes in presence, sacrifice, and the effort to make someone else feel joy. Her father gave her stories, and in return, gave her proof that love always finds a way.