After my mother passed away, my stepdad raised my brother and me on his own, dedicating 23 years of his life to making sure we had everything we needed. During all those years, he never once took a vacation, always putting our happiness and future before his own. At my wedding reception, during my speech, I asked him to look under his plate, where he found an envelope containing two first-class plane tickets to Portugal, the dream destination he had talked about for years but never believed he could afford. Along with the tickets was a fully paid 10-day itinerary, including hotels and restaurant reservations. Overwhelmed with emotion, he looked at me and said, “I don’t even have a suitcase.” Just then, my brother walked in carrying a brand-new suitcase with a bow on it. After everything he had sacrificed to give us a better life, we finally had the chance to give him something he had always dreamed of. He may not have been our biological father, but he showed us what it truly means to be a dad.