Story 12:
Story 13:
When I failed my first college exam, I didn’t call anyone.
I just sat outside my dorm, totally numb.
My dad somehow knew something was wrong. No text. No missed call. He showed up three hours later with two sandwiches and cherry juice, my favorite.
Didn’t say a word.
Just sat with me on the curb until I stopped shaking.
That day, I realized I wasn’t just his kid—I was his person. I passed the next exam.
But I mostly remember the sandwiches. Ham and Swiss.
I hate ham and Swiss.
He remembered wrong. It was perfect.
