He was late to the daddy-daughter dance, but what came out of his mouth the moment he walked in left me speechless.
I had been waiting for this moment for weeks. The glossy pink flyer from school had been pinned on the fridge since the first day I brought it home. “Daddy-Daughter Dance – Friday, 6 PM” was scrawled in cheerful cursive, surrounded by cartoon hearts and dancing silhouettes. I must’ve read it a hundred times, fantasizing…