I knew because that man was me!
June continued reading.
“I’m 27. I’m scared all the time. I don’t know how to be a father, but I know I’m not going anywhere.”
I slipped out of my chair, my knees hitting the floor, and the camera almost fell from my hand!
Someone beside me grabbed my elbow and helped me back into the seat. I couldn’t look at them.
When she said, “Our father,” she meant me. She had meant me all along!
On the stage, my daughter paused, looked straight down the aisle, right at the crying man in row seven, and went on.
June’s voice became steadier as she read from the different entries.
“To my three girls. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be what you need. But I’m going to stay. I’ll never be the dad you deserve, but I’ll be the one who shows up.”
Ava continued where her sister stopped, her voice breaking.
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