My daughter Annie
My daughter Annie “Breath. Breath. Don’t push too hard.—-” came the instructions in the delivery room as Annie was bringing her first child into the world. “What am I doing here?” I thought to myself. “A woman’s husband or mother should be here. Not a father.” I grabbed my daughter’s hand and squeezed it, “Baby, you’re doing really well, I’m so proud of you,” I encouraged my only daughter who was close to presenting me with my third grand child. “Why didn’t you marry a normal guy? Why did Eric wait until you got pregnant to tell you he wanted to live with his male lover and your marriage was a mistake?” These thoughts blitzed through my mind as this precious daughter was working so hard to deliver life into this world. “I see hair,” …