Eric whispered from his seat on the cold concrete floor, “He knew I’d tear the place apart to find all the pieces.”
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Mr. Lawson came through the door with dad’s final message to us. He wished that we didn’t have to work so hard to discover how he felt. And then came the sentence that broke us both: “You were the best things I ever built.” Mr. Lawson even told us that dad had made him rehearse saying that sentence three times.
The next day, Eric and I spent the night eating cheap cereal from the box sitting at the kitchen table, talking about how strong our father was for raising us alone.
Early the following morning, Eric got ready to leave and gave me a big hug.
“What are going to do with the suit?” I asked.
He smiled. “I’ll wear it again. When I feel the need to remind myself that I am allowed to walk into a room and belong there.”
“Dad would love that,” I replied.
“I know.”
My father’s design of the pedestrian bridge has stood the test of time. Last spring, I crossed it together with my brother.
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