I think of my mother and father a lot these days.

But I know almost nothing of my mother and father.

Perhaps she needed to know what kind of father he'd be.

Not the kind of husband and father he should have been.

She has turned around the lives of both father and son.

He hadn't thought of his Father for a long while.

They were a lot like children in need of a father.

Here is a photograph of a father and a daughter.

She'd never known the love of a father like figure.

He was the son of a black mother and a white father.