The MC climbed back onto the small stage and lifted the microphone. “Let’s give it up for the class of 2003,” he boomed, voice bouncing off chandeliers. “Doctors, CEOs, dreamers, doers—and hey, any generals in the room?”
Laughter sprinkled through the ballroom.
My father didn’t wait half a beat. He leaned back, voice loud enough to carry.
“If my daughter’s continue reading …
