My daughter chose the school janitor to walk her at graduation instead of me—until he opened an old envelope and revealed a truth that silenced the entire field.

to need a boost to see the stage.

“Save me a seat in the front,” she said, kissing my cheek on the way to the car.

“Front row, every time. You know that.”

In my head, I saw Hailey’s name called, her hand on my arm, the proud walk up to the stage.

The drive to the stadium took us past my old high school, the same building Hailey now attended.

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