That answer made me laugh—but it also made me nervous.
That was my dad, John. He could fix anything, stretch a meal into days, and find humor in almost everything. He’d been that way since my mom passed when I was five, and it became just the two of us.
Money was always tight, so I learned early not to ask for too much.
When prom season came, everyone was talking about expensive dresses, shoes, and big plans. I quietly told my dad I might borrow a dress instead.
He looked at me carefully and said, “Leave the dress to me.”
