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

next year?” she asked.

I looked at her. Her face was turned up toward me, open and asking, and it was the face of a child who has come through something hard and found that she is still herself on the other side of it. “Yes,” I said. “We’ll be here.”

She nodded with satisfaction. “And Dad will be too,” she said. Not as a question. As a statement of something continue reading …