My Husband Said Senior Night Was “For Real Dads” So My 79-Year-Old Father Walked My Daughter Out on His Cane

“I know you do, Kay.”

She turned the laptop back around and hit submit.

Then she looked over at the stove.

“Is that hotdish?”

“It is,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “I’m starving.”

And the four of us ate supper together at that kitchen table. Same as always.

Except nobody was waiting for anybody to fix anything.

And nobody had to ask.