It was always just me and my dad.
My mom died the day I was born, so Dad became everything at once — parent, protector, cook, cheerleader, and best friend. He learned how to braid hair from YouTube tutorials when I was little. Every Sunday morning smelled like his pancakes. Every school lunch came with tiny notes folded into the napkin because he said no one should go through the day without being reminded they were loved…. Continue Reading ⬇️
