By November, college applications had taken over the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
There were printed deadlines, scholarship reminders, financial aid instructions, and a list Kaylee had titled "Things I Must Not Forget."<\/p>\n
Mason added a drawing of a dinosaur wearing a graduation cap.<\/p>\n
Kaylee threatened to remove it.<\/p>\n
Travis said it improved the organization.<\/p>\n
The dinosaur stayed.<\/p>\n
Kaylee had narrowed her choices to three schools.<\/p>\n
One was close enough that she could come home on weekends.<\/p>\n
Another had a strong program she liked but would cost more.<\/p>\n
The third was farther away and offered the possibility of a scholarship if she maintained her grades.<\/p>\n
She talked about them constantly.<\/p>\n
At breakfast.<\/p>\n
In the car.<\/p>\n
While folding laundry.<\/p>\n
Sometimes she changed her mind twice in one evening.<\/p>\n
Travis never told her which one to choose.<\/p>\n
He asked questions.<\/p>\n
What did she like about the program?<\/p>\n
How far away did she want to be?<\/p>\n
What would happen if the scholarship didn't come through?<\/p>\n
Would she be happy there on an ordinary Tuesday, not just during a campus tour?<\/p>\n
I heard him ask that last question one night while they sat at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
Kaylee rested her chin on her hand.<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
"That's okay."<\/p>\n
"What if I choose wrong?"<\/p>\n
Travis leaned back in his chair.<\/p>\n
"Then you learn something and figure out what to do next."<\/p>\n
She frowned.<\/p>\n
"That's not very comforting."<\/p>\n
"I'm not trying to tell you that every decision works out perfectly."<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
"I'm trying to tell you that one decision doesn't have to decide your whole life."<\/p>\n
She looked at him for a long time.<\/p>\n
"Did you always know what you wanted to do?"<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
"Not even close."<\/p>\n
"What did you want to be when you were my age?"<\/p>\n
"A professional baseball player."<\/p>\n
Kaylee stared at him.<\/p>\n
"You?"<\/p>\n
"Yes, me."<\/p>\n
"You can't even catch Mason's foam football."<\/p>\n
"That is a separate issue."<\/p>\n
She laughed so hard she had to cover her mouth.<\/p>\n
Travis smiled.<\/p>\n
Then he told her about the summer he had spent working at a hardware store after high school, how he had changed his plans twice, and how he had once believed that taking a different path meant he had failed.<\/p>\n
"I thought everybody else had a map," he said.<\/p>\n
"Turns out, most people are just trying not to look lost."<\/p>\n
Kaylee considered that.<\/p>\n
"You're saying I don't have to know everything right now?"<\/p>\n
"I'm saying you can make a thoughtful choice without knowing everything."<\/p>\n
She nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
That conversation changed something between them.<\/p>\n
Not because Travis had solved the college question.<\/p>\n
He hadn't.<\/p>\n
It changed because Kaylee had started bringing him her uncertainty instead of only bringing him the parts of herself she thought were already strong enough to show.<\/p>\n
A week later, she came downstairs carrying a letter.<\/p>\n
Her face was pale.<\/p>\n
I was folding towels on the sofa when she stopped in front of us.<\/p>\n
"I got an email."<\/p>\n
Travis put down the remote.<\/p>\n
"From which school?"<\/p>\n
"The one with the scholarship."<\/p>\n
He stood.<\/p>\n
"Is it good news?"<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
She handed him the printed email.<\/p>\n
The school had invited her to an interview for a competitive scholarship program.<\/p>\n
It was not an acceptance.<\/p>\n
It was not a promise of money.<\/p>\n
It was a chance.<\/p>\n
And the chance frightened her almost as much as the possibility of losing it.<\/p>\n
"They're going to ask questions, and I'll say something stupid."<\/p>\n
Travis read the email again.<\/p>\n
"Probably not."<\/p>\n
"That's not helpful."<\/p>\n
"Sorry."<\/p>\n
He handed it back.<\/p>\n
"You're allowed to be nervous."<\/p>\n
Kaylee looked at me.<\/p>\n
I wanted to reassure her, but she was already turning back to Travis.<\/p>\n
"Will you help me practice?"<\/p>\n
He answered immediately.<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
For the next several evenings, they worked through possible questions.<\/p>\n
Travis made her practice describing her volunteer work, her grades, and what she hoped to study.<\/p>\n
He also made her practice answering the question she dreaded most.<\/p>\n
"Tell us about a challenge you've overcome."<\/p>\n
Kaylee stared at him.<\/p>\n
"I don't want to talk about family stuff."<\/p>\n
"You don't have to."<\/p>\n
"But what if they ask about something personal?"<\/p>\n
"Then you decide what you're comfortable sharing."<\/p>\n
She tapped her pen against the table.<\/p>\n
"What if I don't know how to answer?"<\/p>\n
"Then you take a breath and think."<\/p>\n
"What if the silence feels awkward?"<\/p>\n
"Let it feel awkward."<\/p>\n
She groaned.<\/p>\n
"You make everything sound easy."<\/p>\n
"No. I'm just older, so I've had more opportunities to embarrass myself."<\/p>\n
She smiled despite herself.<\/p>\n
One night, after Mason had gone to bed, I found Travis standing alone in the kitchen.<\/p>\n
The scholarship email was on the table.<\/p>\n
He was looking at it without reading.<\/p>\n
"What's wrong?" I asked.<\/p>\n
He rubbed his palms together.<\/p>\n
"Nothing."<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
He sighed.<\/p>\n
"I'm proud of her."<\/p>\n
"I know."<\/p>\n
"But I'm worried about her going away."<\/p>\n
I sat down across from him.<\/p>\n
"That's normal."<\/p>\n
"I know that too."<\/p>\n
He looked toward the stairs.<\/p>\n
"When she was little, I used to think about the day she'd graduate. I figured I'd be the guy in the audience clapping too loudly."<\/p>\n
"You probably will be."<\/p>\n
He smiled briefly.<\/p>\n
"Now it's getting close, and I keep thinking about how much I want to protect her."<\/p>\n
"She's still going to need you."<\/p>\n
"What if she doesn't?"<\/p>\n
I understood then.<\/p>\n
He wasn't only afraid of losing the ordinary routines.<\/p>\n
He was afraid that once Kaylee left home, the title he had finally accepted would become less certain.<\/p>\n
That he would have to earn his place all over again.<\/p>\n
I reached across the table.<\/p>\n
"Travis, she doesn't need you because she's helpless. She needs you because you're her father."<\/p>\n
He looked down at our hands.<\/p>\n
"What if I don't know how to do that when she isn't here every day?"<\/p>\n
"You call her. You listen. You ask about her classes. You let her complain about the dining hall. You remind her to bring a coat when it's cold."<\/p>\n
He laughed softly.<\/p>\n
"That sounds like you."<\/p>\n
"Then borrow my instructions."<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
"I spent years thinking the hard part was getting her to believe I belonged."<\/p>\n
"And now?"<\/p>\n
"Now I think the hard part might be letting her grow up without treating every mile between us like a threat."<\/p>\n
I squeezed his hand.<\/p>\n
"That's a better problem to have."<\/p>\n
The scholarship interview was scheduled for a Friday afternoon.<\/p>\n
Travis took time off work to drive her.<\/p>\n
Kaylee wore a navy blouse and black trousers.<\/p>\n
She changed her shoes three times.<\/p>\n
Mason watched from the hallway.<\/p>\n
"You look like you're going to court."<\/p>\n
Kaylee threw a sock at him.<\/p>\n
Travis caught it before it hit the wall.<\/p>\n
"That's enough from the fashion department."<\/p>\n
Mason disappeared into the living room.<\/p>\n
On the drive, Kaylee kept smoothing the fabric over her knees.<\/p>\n
Travis didn't tell her to stop worrying.<\/p>\n
He didn't tell her she would definitely get the scholarship.<\/p>\n
He simply drove.<\/p>\n
When they arrived, he parked beneath a bare tree and turned off the engine.<\/p>\n
"You ready?" he asked.<\/p>\n
"No."<\/p>\n
"Okay."<\/p>\n
She looked at him.<\/p>\n
"That's all you're going to say?"<\/p>\n
"What else do you want me to say?"<\/p>\n
"I don't know."<\/p>\n
He thought for a moment.<\/p>\n
"You don't have to become a different person when you walk through that door."<\/p>\n
Kaylee's eyes filled.<\/p>\n
She looked quickly toward the window.<\/p>\n
"I hate that I get emotional about everything."<\/p>\n
"You don't have to hate it."<\/p>\n
She took a shaky breath.<\/p>\n
Then she reached over and hugged him.<\/p>\n
"Thanks for coming."<\/p>\n
"Wouldn't miss it."<\/p>\n
He waited outside while she went in.<\/p>\n
The interview lasted forty minutes.<\/p>\n
When she came out, she looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
Travis stood as soon as he saw her.<\/p>\n
"How did it go?"<\/p>\n
She made a face.<\/p>\n
"I answered one question really well, one question badly, and I think I talked for six straight minutes about volunteering."<\/p>\n
He nodded solemnly.<\/p>\n
"Sounds like a complete interview."<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
"I don't know if I'll get it."<\/p>\n
"Neither do I."<\/p>\n
She stared at him.<\/p>\n
"You could at least pretend to be optimistic."<\/p>\n
"I am optimistic. I'm just not going to lie to you."<\/p>\n
She looked down at the pavement.<\/p>\n
Then she slipped her hand into his.<\/p>\n
"Can we get something to eat?"<\/p>\n
"Of course."<\/p>\n
They went to a small diner on the way home.<\/p>\n
Kaylee ordered fries and a milkshake.<\/p>\n
Travis ordered a burger and stole two of her fries.<\/p>\n
She slapped his hand away.<\/p>\n
For the rest of the meal, they talked about ordinary things.<\/p>\n
Mason's dinosaur.<\/p>\n
A teacher who gave too much homework.<\/p>\n
A volleyball teammate who had cut her own bangs and regretted it immediately.<\/p>\n
They didn't discuss the scholarship again.<\/p>\n
They didn't need to.<\/p>\n
When they got home, Kaylee told Mason the interview had gone well enough that she might be rich someday.<\/p>\n
Mason asked if that meant she would buy him a gaming system.<\/p>\n
She told him it meant he should start saving his allowance.<\/p>\n
Travis watched them argue from the doorway.<\/p>\n
Then he came to stand beside me.<\/p>\n
"I used to think being her father meant making sure she never got hurt."<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
"And now?"<\/p>\n
He watched Kaylee reach across the table to steal Mason's last fry.<\/p>\n
"Now I think it means helping her know she can survive the things I can't prevent."<\/p>\n
I rested my head against his shoulder.<\/p>\n
That evening, he added the scholarship interview date to the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
He wrote it beside the college deadlines in his careful handwriting.<\/p>\n
The photograph from senior night remained above it.<\/p>\n
Every day, the paper calendar grew more crowded.<\/p>\n
Every day, the future came a little closer.<\/p>\n
And Travis was learning that being a father did not mean holding Kaylee in place.<\/p>\n
It meant helping her feel safe enough to leave.<\/p>\n
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