My dad was only seventeen when his life changed forever. One evening, after finishing a long shift, he found a baby wrapped in a blanket inside the basket of his old bicycle. Along with me was a short note explaining that my birth mother could no longer care for me. Most people would have felt overwhelmed, but my father made a decision that night that would define the rest of his life. The very next morning, instead of walking across the graduation stage alone, he carried me in his arms. He postponed many of his own dreams, worked multiple jobs, and devoted himself completely to raising me. Through every challenge, he made sure I never felt abandoned or unloved.