My husband refused to walk my 17-year-old daughter, his stepdaughter for nine years, at her high school senior night. “That’s something a real father should do,” he told her. But when her name was announced Thursday evening, her 79-year-old grandfather appeared with his walking cane and proudly accompanied her onto the court.
The conversation happened during Tuesday dinner, just two days before the big game.
Our tater tot casserole was still hot on the table.
Kaylee was seventeen, a high school senior, and a middle hitter on the volleyball teamShe asked Travis directly, as she always did.
“Will you walk with me on senior night Thursday?”
Her biological father hadn’t contacted her in six years.
Meanwhile, Travis had taken her to nearly every volleyball practice since seventh grade.
He lowered his fork.
“Kay, that moment is meant for actual fathers.”
Then he explained himself.
“I wouldn’t feel right taking a place that doesn’t belong to me.”
