My Daughter Was M0cked at for Standing Alone at the Father-Daughter Dance – Until a Dozen Marines Entered the Gym

“I think so, Mom.”

Inside, the gym burst with color—streamers, pink and silver balloons, a photo booth filled with silly props. Pop music pulsed against the walls. Fathers and daughters twirled under a disco ball, little shoes flashing.

Katie slowed as we stepped inside.

“Do you see any of your friends?” I asked, scanning the room.

“They’re all busy with their dads.”