“How much longer, Dad?” she pleaded.
He looked at her, his youngest daughter, struggling up the steep slope as the rest of the family bounded on ahead. She was not fit and athletic like her older sister, but what she lacked in ability she made up for in heart. He loved her dearly and put his arm around her to offer some solace and encouragement.
“Not much longer, my love, you hang in there,” he replied.
She looked at him, brave face hiding the deep exhaustion she felt, knowing that it probably was quite a bit longer, but that he would be there, and would carry her to the end of the world if needed.
