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Because of those slow, heavy footsteps, his menacing figure, his commanding presence, I always felt comfort. I always felt safe. Because of his existence, I had the unwritten assurance that no harm would befall us. Not, nor EVER on his watch. He would die protecting his family.
A special message to black fathers, particularly those who don’t know or have forgotten their roles in the household.
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