The most important photo in our house hangs right above the couch. The glass has a thin crack in one corner from when I knocked it off the wall with a foam soccer ball when I was eight.
Dad stared at it for a second and said, “Well… I survived that day. I can survive this.”
In the picture, a skinny teenage boy stands on a football field wearing a crooked graduation cap. He looks terrified. In his arms, he holds a baby wrapped in a blanket. Me.
“Well… I survived that day. I can survive this.”
