As we were crossing the very busy street of Jalan Sultan on the overhead pedestrian bridge which connected P. J. State to the Registrar of Marriages building, she put her hand around my shoulder, and I put mine around her waist. We didn’t talk, yet much was said. She knew it. And, I knew it. The beautiful song, “Butterfly Kisses” by Bob Carlisle, did not and could not capture those precious minutes I had with Laura…as her father…

THE FULL STORY WILL BE IN MY BOOK, SCHEDULED TO BE ON THE SHELVES OF BOOK STORES, IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS.