“I know exactly what the doctors said. You want to know why? Because when you left, someone had to step up and that for sure as shit wasn’t going to be your coward ass, so it was me, Dad.” My voice breaks. “It was me that was there for every doctor appointment and hospital visit. It was me holding her hair back while she vomited from chemotherapy. It was me holding her as she wept in the house you abandoned her in. It was all me!”
