I think that standing onstage on January 19th, and my father had just defied all expectations and won Iowa, was by far the most surreal moment.

I have the rare privilege of talking to my dad every night at 10 p.m. and hearing about what he did that day.

I just learned not to take a single thing for granted, and I think it just is extraordinary.

But one of the things I learned is that when you fight for something you believe in and you tell the truth and you do your best, you can always hold your head up high and no one can take that away from you.

It wasnt until two or three years ago that I actually learned that in the end he actually did kill someone. But that was a choice that he faced: to kill or be killed.

There has to be room for people to make mistakes and lead their own lives.

I, for one, am actually still incredibly idealistic, and I still can credibly or very strongly believe that you have to keep fighting for what you believe in, because it's only when you stop that you've truly lost.