My dad and I had a huge fight the night before my wedding. I told him he was controlling. He said I was ungrateful. Neither of us backed down. I went to bed furious.
The next morning, he was at my door at 6 a.m. Held up a breakfast sandwich and said, “I didn’t know what you’d eat today.”
I cried in the hallway like a child. He walked me down the aisle an hour later. Didn’t mention the fight. Didn’t need to.
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My dad worked seven days a week, twelve hours a day, at two different hospitals for a large portion of my childhood. The man would get sick if he was on vacation; he called it “motionless sickness.” Somehow, he still managed to wake up several hours early and make me and my sister breakfast before school.
He was a strong believer in working hard and set so many examples for me while also being a child at heart. I don’t know how he did it, but I love him. © TurtleFisher54 / Reddit
