“I guess all my life I longed for my dad’s approval,” Cheryl told me, “and I never felt I had it. He never hugged or kissed me or told me he loved me. Often I hoped for a word of commendation when I did something good, but I never received one.” Cheryl was in her thirties when she wrote a letter to her father telling him how she felt. “What do I have to do to get your approval?” was the most important question... > Full Story