Nobody asks how the dad is doing.

You’re supposed to have it handled. The school forms, the 4am wake-up, the email you’ve opened four times and still haven’t answered. You don’t bring it up — everyone’s already carrying enough. So you say you’re fine, and you get on with it.

We make shirts about that. Some of them are jokes. Some of them say the quiet part out loud. All of them are for the guy who handles it anyway.

You’re doing better than you think.