"… Of dad’s strong hands holding me up."
While she seems thoughtful, reminiscing on what was a happy time, there’s a note of sadness - of longing - in her outward lightly cheerful voice. With one hand in her pocket, she thumbs the small pin badge safely tucked there.
"He used to pick me up all the time and hold me high above his head… I remember feeling really safe there. Calling me his ‘cute daughter’… things were really peaceful then. … They’re really important memories."