My dad was the school janitor, and my classmates mocked him my whole life. When he died before my prom, I sewed my dress from his shirts so I could carry him with me. Everyone laughed when I walked in. They weren’t laughing by the time my principal finished speaking.
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It was always just the two of us… Dad and I.
My mom died giving birth to me, so my dad, Johnny, handled everything. He packed my lunches before his shift, made pancakes every Sunday without fail, and somewhere around second grade, taught himself to braid hair from YouTube videos.
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