" I wish my dad was more like yours,” said Stephanie, twirling a strand of her curly red hair in her fingers. “Because your dad’s the best.” I catch a glimpse from the side of the house of my father emerging from the garage in his standard uniform of suit and tie, but before he gets into the awaiting Town Car, he turns and our eyes meet. He waves and blows me a kiss. I catch it in the air and press it onto my cheek. He flashes me one last smile and wave before ducking into the car. “Yeah. My dad’s the best,” I agree. And on that day, in that moment, for the first time in my life, I’d meant it. "
― T.M. Frazier , Tyrant (King, #2)