So he picked me up.
And he never put me down after that.
The next morning happened to be his high school graduation.
Most people probably would have skipped it.
My dad wrapped me tighter in the blanket, grabbed his cap and gown, and walked across the football field holding me in his arms.
Someone in the crowd snapped a picture.
That’s the photo hanging above our couch.
After that day, everything changed.
He gave up college and started working full time. Construction during the day. Pizza deliveries at night. Sleep came in short, broken pieces.
When I started kindergarten and came home crying because another girl laughed at my messy ponytail, he spent an entire evening watching YouTube videos trying to learn how to braid hair.
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