He finally looked at me.
“She’s someone Ashley loved very much. There’s more. But your daughter wanted you to read her letter first.”
I touched my jacket pocket.
“I couldn’t finish it.”
“Let’s get you somewhere quiet.”
“I couldn’t finish it.”
Antonio drove me home.
We sat at my living room table, where Ashley had once done her homework and painted her nails.
I unfolded the letter and read aloud.
“Dad,
Before we walk down that aisle, I need you to know something. Everyone keeps saying you’re giving me away today. You’re not. You gave me everything long before today.”
I stopped.
I unfolded the letter.
Then, continued.
“You gave me your sleep when I had fevers. You gave me your lunch money when I needed school supplies. You gave me your weekends and probably years of your life worrying about me. I remember you sitting through school plays after working all night.
