Rose

When I was in first grade our class had two pet ducks, one of whom laid eggs. Every weekend, one lucky kid got to take the ducks home and care for them. The weekend that I took the ducks home, all the eggs were ready to hatch. When the night came that the ducks were ready to come out of the shell, one of the ducks was struggling greatly. Dad went to get a small tweezers and helped the little duckling come out of his shell. We had to keep the weakling in an incubator for the next week, but dad showed me how to care for it and nurse it back to health. Dad never failed to be nurturing and compassionate in a time of need.