The Daddy I Prayed For
“I owe you an apology too, Lily,” he said softly.
“For what?” she asked, genuinely puzzled.
He glanced up at me, his eyes begging for a lifeline I refused to throw, then looked back at her. “For not coming to see you walk down the aisle with your beautiful sign.”
Lily considered this with great gravity. “It was a very good sign,” she confirmed.
“I saw the video of it,” my father nodded, his voice cracking.
“You cried?” she asked, zeroing in on the emotional truth.