I lacked.
I was being appreciated for what I gave.
Later that night, as the party ended, my father approached me quietly.
The arrogance was gone.
The embarrassment was gone.
Only regret remained.
“I owe you an apology.”
I looked at him.
“You do.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“I spent years worrying about my reputation.”
He glanced toward Emma.
“When I should have been proud of my daughter.”
For a moment neither of us spoke.
Then Emma wrapped her arms around his leg.
“Grandpa?”
He looked down.
“Yes?”
“Want
