“She never came back.”
“I tried to!” the woman suddenly cried.
Before anyone could answer, a voice rose from the bleachers.
“I remember them.”
An older teacher from the school slowly walked down the steps.
“You graduated here eighteen years ago holding that baby,” she said to Dad. Then she looked at the woman. “And you disappeared that same summer with your boyfriend.”
The crowd began whispering.
I turned back to Dad.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
His voice was quiet.
“Because I didn’t want you to think nobody chose you.”
Tears filled my eyes.
“You chose me,” I whispered.
“Every day,” he replied.
The woman suddenly dropped to her knees on the grass.
“I’m dying,” she said through tears. “Leukemia. My only chance is a bone marrow match.”
The entire field went silent.
“You’re the only family I have left,” she begged.
I looked at Dad.
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