Her granny raised her after her mother’s death.
She resented her father. He was a bitter alcoholic who’d spend his evenings in the porch drinking and cussing people.
On Independence Day, she went with him to the Coffman Park to see the fireworks. It was a family ritual of sorts and she hated it.
While she was watching the fireworks someone in the crowd groped her. Suddenly, a hairy hand appeared and snapped the wrist of the pervert.
The veteran had lost his legs in the war but, his hands were still strong enough to protect his daughter.
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