That was it.
Dad said he didn’t know who to call first. His mom was dead, and his father had left years earlier. He was living with his uncle, and they barely spoke unless it was about grades or chores.
He was just a kid with a part-time job and a bike with a rusty chain.
Then I started crying.
She’s yours. I can’t do this.
He picked me up and never put me down again.
The next morning was his graduation. Most people would’ve missed it. Most people would’ve panicked, called the police, maybe turned the baby over to social services, and said, “This isn’t my problem.”
My dad wrapped me tighter in the blanket, grabbed his cap and gown, and walked into that graduation carrying both of us.
That was when the picture got taken.
Most people would’ve missed it.
Dad skipped college to raise me.
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