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That day was supposed to belong to her.
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I wasn’t there for attention. I wasn’t there for praise. I was just a tired truck driver climbing down from an old Freightliner with a stiff knee, rough hands, and a blue flannel shirt I had ironed inside the sleeper cab. I came because Emma Carter had worked too hard to stand on that field without her father in the crowd.
I pulled into the stadium parking lot shortly after sunrise. Families were already walking toward the gates in clean clothes, holding flowers, flags, and gift bags. I sat behind the wheel for a moment, smelling diesel, coffee, and fresh-cut grass, trying not to feel out of place.
The ceremony started at ten.
My phone said 9:18.