My Daughter Went to the Father Daughter Dance Alone Until a Dozen Marines Walked In

a single knot on her shoes again. She watched me do it and did not say anything, and when I stood up she reached for the small badge that had been sitting on her dresser since the dance was announced, the printed paper one the school sent home, Daddy’s Girl in pink letters, and she pinned it over her heart with the deliberate care of someone performing continue reading …