Hard knocks played across the oak door. "What is it?" I growled lowly. "Umm.." my sister struggled as she cradled a small, dirty body towards her chest, "guess what I found on your doorstep?" -- In his late-thirties, Nixon has only known one thing. Work. From morning to night, that was what dominated his day. Follow as he learns to fit something else into his life. A daughter.All Rights Reserved