The bus wound through the jungled streets of Jamaica taking us from the airport to our hotel where the wedding would be held. It was mid-November 2006, and everyone on the bus was in Jamaica for that event. The flight had been long, the night was dark and shadowy, and everything just so unfamiliar.
“Daddy, you’ll keep me safe, right?” the three-year-old niece of the groom asked, as she crawled into her father’s lap.
She paused. “Why, Daddy?”
“Because that’s what daddys are supposed to do."