After my parents split and my mom passed away, I had no choice but to move in with my dad—the same man she always
called a “hopeless loser.” Living with him was… different. I’d catch him slipping out late at night, but I had no clue why.
Meanwhile, prom was coming up, but I couldn’t have cared less.
No date, stuck in a wheelchair, and feeling trapped in every way imaginable—it wasn’t exactly a night I was looking forward to.
Surgery could change my life, but without the money for it, that was just a dream.
I had accepted that prom just wasn’t happening for me. But then, out of nowhere, my dad—the guy my mom always doubted—said he was taking me himself.
I had no idea what to expect, but that night changed everything. Not only did I go, but people loved him. And somehow, he even got me out on the dance floor.
But here’s where things get crazy. The very next day, my dad comes home holding an envelope he found in our mailbox—a
$10,000 check inside, along with a simple note: “Dad of the Year.”
Then he turns to me and whispers, “I think I know who sent this.”
