People laughed at a 6’6 biker in a princess crown and pink boots—until they learned he was wearing 78 outfits for his daughter, and the entire store was moved to tears

bananas, yogurt, pancake mix, a pack of stickers, pink nail polish, and a cereal box shaped like little stars.

Troy let Ava hand me each item one by one. She moved slowly, but he never rushed her. The line behind them grew longer, but he stayed patient.

When Ava handed me the nail polish, she whispered, “For Daddy’s boots.”

Troy sighed like a man accepting continue reading …