The little girl stayed in the biker’s arms.<\/p>\n
Holding him tightly.<\/p>\n
As if she had known him forever.<\/p>\n
The biker wiped away his tears.<\/p>\n
Then something caught his eye.<\/p>\n
A small silver pendant.<\/p>\n
Hanging around her neck.<\/p>\n
His smile faded.<\/p>\n
Slowly, he picked it up.<\/p>\n
His fingers began to shake.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get this?\u201d<\/p>\n
The little girl looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daddy put it on me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said never take it off.\u201d<\/p>\n
The biker carefully opened the pendant.<\/p>\n
Inside was a tiny photograph.<\/p>\n
Two young bikers.<\/p>\n
Standing shoulder to shoulder.<\/p>\n
One was Michael.<\/p>\n
The other was him.<\/p>\n
The biker’s breath caught.<\/p>\n
Hidden behind the photo was a folded note.<\/p>\n
Barely large enough to fit.<\/p>\n
He unfolded it carefully.<\/p>\n
The faded handwriting made his eyes fill with tears.<\/p>\n
“If you’re reading this, she found you.”<\/strong><\/p>\n “She isn’t just my daughter anymore.”<\/strong><\/p>\n “She’s yours to protect too.”<\/strong><\/p>\n The biker lowered the pendant.<\/p>\n Unable to speak.<\/p>\n The little girl watched him quietly.<\/p>\n Then asked the question that broke his heart.<\/p>\n \u201cSo…\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDoes that mean you’re my uncle now?\u201d<\/p>\n A smile appeared through his tears.<\/p>\n He gently kissed her forehead.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, sweetheart.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked toward the circle of bikers gathering around them.<\/p>\n Then back at her.<\/p>\n \u201cIt means you’ve got a whole family now.\u201d<\/p>\n One by one\u2014<\/p>\n the bikers stepped forward.<\/p>\n Each placing a hand on her shoulder.<\/p>\n Making the same silent promise.<\/p>\n The little girl looked around.<\/p>\n No longer frightened.<\/p>\n No longer alone.<\/p>\n Because her father’s final wish\u2014<\/p>\n had just come true.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The little girl stayed in the biker’s arms. Holding him tightly. As if she had known him forever. The biker wiped away his tears. Then something caught his eye. A small silver pendant. Hanging around her neck. His smile faded. Slowly, he picked it up. His fingers began to shake. \u201cWhere did you get this?\u201d […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":7829,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7827","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-trending-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7827","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7827"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7827\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7829"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7827"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7827"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7827"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}