My Daughter Ch0se the School Janitor to Walk Her Across the Graduation Field Instead of Me…I Felt Embarrassed Until He Pulled an Old Envel0pe from His Pocket and Read It Out Loud

“You sure everything’s okay?” I tried again, pouring cereal for her the same way I had since she was four.

“Dad, I’m fine,” she said. “Just nervous.”

“You? Nervous? You gave a speech to three hundred people in eighth grade without blinking.”

She gave me a smile, but it never reached her eyes.

“This one’s different.”