He was the oldest dad in the room—and I felt too embarrassed to even look at him.

I used to lie about how old my dad was—to friends, classmates, even teachers.“I’m pretty sure he’s in his fifties,” I’d say, hoping shaving off ten years would make the whispers stop. But really, he was 68 when I was born.Growing up, he felt more like a grandpa than a dad. At school events, he…
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