She got that from him. She showed it in a classroom when she knocked over her chair rather than sit quietly while someone turned her father into a punchline, and she was right to do it even when it cost her detention, even when it embarrassed her, even when she worried afterward that she had let him down. She had not let him down.
She had been exactly like him. And no matter how many years it took, and no matter what had to be fought for and pieced together and said out loud in a school auditorium with a shaking voice, he was finally honored in front of the person who needed it most.
