came downstairs in her pajamas and stared at everything.
“Daddy… what’s all this?”
I smiled.
“It’s a gift.”
She picked up a pink winter coat and hugged it.
“Is this really mine?”
“Yes,” I said.
Her smile was worth more than every dollar that had been in that wallet.
Later that day I went back to Gary’s house.
He opened the door and smiled like he’d been expecting me.
“You didn’t have to do all that,” I said.
“Yes,” he replied softly. “I did.”
He leaned on his cane and
