This story is my father's point of view of our experience (read Part 1 for mine)  I hadn't been a part of my daughter's life growing up as much as I had wanted to. I worked long hours and late nights to be able to provide her with the best clothes, education, and gifts. The older she got, the less I decided to work to make up for not being there for her as a child. She had always been a beautiful girl and became unbelieva...