“Mom…you are more than the story that this man wrote for you. You are more than my father. You are smart. You are funny. You are strong.” My eyes watered over as I felt the trembling in her hands. “You are loyal. You are breathtaking. You are beautiful. And this is not the end of your story; it’s only the beginning. But it begins now. With you and me, walking out of that front door. You can do this. You don’t have to walk alone. I got you.”
