It is an attendance record.

I could not undo in one night what a decade in that family had built into him, the deep quiet conviction that his worth was conditional and his body was a failure and love was something he had to be good enough to earn.

But I could show up, every single day, and say the true thing again, and again, and again, patiently, for years, until the day — and it did come, eventually — when I said you were never defective and my son looked at me and I could see, at last, that he simply believed it, the way you believe the sky is up, without having to be convinced.

That day was worth more to me than every share of Vance Global on earth.