CDPunt(igam) Writes

A girl on my bus is always sad. Her dad died last year. When she found out my dad was taking me to the Daddy Daughter dance, she begged me to ask him to take her. I told her he had to take me and not her since I’m his daughter. She told me that the twins’ dad takes both of them and my dad could take both of us, too. Even though I was sure that it was a terrible idea, I asked him. He said yes. Turns out we had a great time and laughed the whole night. It was the best Daddy Daughter dance ever.

This short story is based on Mark 7: 27-34