Tonight's the Homecoming Dance. My daughter wasn't planning to go, because the friend she wanted to go with can't make it. Then she asked my wife do you think I should go anyway? and my wife said yes. I thought so too. So she got dressed up -- and, bias aside, I have to say that she looked great -- and drove over.
And drove back. Decided not to go in, she said. Reminding me of when I was in high school and would see people going to dances, but never went (well, hardly ever) myself. Am I sorry that I didn't go? Yeah, a little bit. Am I sorry she didn't go? Yeah. A lot.
She says she's fine. She's not a drama kid, so I believe her.
Still, I wish she'd gone in, even for an hour.
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