The next morning, he was at my door at 6 a.m.
Held up a breakfast sandwich and said, “I didn’t know what you’d eat today.”
I cried in the hallway like a child.
He walked me down the aisle an hour later. Didn’t mention the fight. Didn’t need to.
Story 6:
The man would get sick if he was on vacation; he called it “motionless sickness.” Somehow, he still managed to wake up several hours early and make me and my sister breakfast before school.
He was a strong believer in working hard and set so many examples for me while also being a child at heart. I don’t know how he did it, but I love him. © TurtleFisher54 / Reddit
Story 8:
In high school, I wanted to quit band because I couldn’t afford the instrument rental.
My mom said, “I’ll handle it.” I didn’t ask how.
Years later I found out she picked up a 3 a.m. cleaning shift at an office building.
She never told me. She said, “You never would’ve kept playing if you knew.” She was right.
I played all through college.
She came to every concert.
Sat front row. Always clapped first.
