I’m the youngest of 10.My parents were married for 56 years before they passed away.And yet — even in a full house, I carried a quiet kind of loneliness. I didn’t have that father-daughter bond that so many little girls need.The kind where you feel protected, cherished, held.As a child, I didn’t feel that love when I needed it most. That gap?It left a quiet ache.One I didn’t know how to name… until I was raising two sons on my own. It wasn’t until I got older that I could finally see —My father did love me.I just couldn’t feel it as a child.But there were moments —The sound of…