My Missing Father Becomes My Classmate's Father

My dad died a hero when I was six, saving someone's life.

Grandma's health was failing, and debt collectors kept showing up at our door.

But no matter how poor and tough life got, my mom never remarried.

She always said my dad was a hero.

She told me to be like him, to always do good.

One weekend, a wealthy classmate I'd helped invited me to spend the weekend at her place.

"Dad, honey, open up! I brought a friend home!"

She knocked on the door and shouted.

But when the door opened, I saw it.

Her dad had a face that was identical to my dad's.

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"You must be Skylar, right?"