I hear quick shuffles down the hall towards my room.
“There’s a program starting I think you’d enjoy.”
“It’s about the little girl from Pakistan.”
I jump out of bed and join him in front of the television.
Malala Yousafzai, the girl who stood out against the Taliban and survived a point blank gunshot to the head while on a school bus.
A miracle to have survived, she gets up and continues to fight for girl’s rights to freedom of education. She is 16 years old and nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize.
I cry and laugh through the Diane Sawyer interview.
“I should’ve let you sleep.”
Says Dad, watching my reactions.
At the end of the show, the camera flashes to girls all over the world lifting their hands and saying: I am Malala.
Others lift their hands and say: I stand with Malala.
Dad lifts his hand quick like a schoolboy.
“I stand with Malala.”
He says and then looks down at his lap.
“Lift a paw, Nigel.”
I get up from my chair.
“Always remember Katie, there are more good people in the world than bad.”
“Otherwise, you couldn’t live in it.”
I almost reach the hall when he calls out,
“Especially, Rita Mary Haffie.”