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A month later, Melissa sent us a thank-you card with a photo tucked inside. It showed her and my dad at the hospital, both laughing at something off-camera.
Her head was wrapped in a colorful scarf, and she looked tired but hopeful.
I used to think my dad was just my hero, the man who taught me to ride a bike, helped me with homework, and made me feel safe.
Turns out, he’s everyone’s hero. And I’d never been prouder to be his daughter.
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