The night before his graduation, my dad found a baby in his bike basket — 18 years later, the woman who abandoned her showed up at my ceremony

The photo above our couch has been there for as long as I can remember.

The frame is chipped in one corner because when I was eight I kicked a foam soccer ball across the living room and knocked it down. Dad picked it up, looked at the cracked glass for a second, then shrugged.