Sometimes, I’d stand in Dad’s closet, clutch his jacket, whispering,
“I miss you, Dad.”
And in my mind, I could hear him say,
“You’ll make me proud, Chels. Whatever you do, wear it like you mean it.”
That was the moment I decided.
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Sometimes, I’d stand in Dad’s closet, clutch his jacket, whispering,
“I miss you, Dad.”
And in my mind, I could hear him say,
“You’ll make me proud, Chels. Whatever you do, wear it like you mean it.”
That was the moment I decided.