53 bikers showed up in suits when school said fatherless girls couldn’t attend the daddy-daughter dance,

The dance was on a Friday night. The school gymnasium had been decorated with streamers and balloons. A DJ was setting up in the corner. Tables with punch and cookies lined the walls.

Fathers started arriving with their daughters at 6 PM. Little girls in fancy dresses holding their daddies’ hands. Giggling. Excited. Taking pictures.

At 6

, the bikers arrived.

Fifty-three men. Every single one wearing a suit and tie. Some had clearly borrowed suits that didn’t quite fit. Some had bought new ones that still had the tags hanging off. But they’d all dressed up. All made the effort.

And each one was carrying a corsage.

The gymnasium went silent. Parents stared. Teachers whispered. Little girls with fathers clung tighter to their daddies’ hands, unsure what to make of these large, tattooed men in ill-fitting suits.

Then Sita saw me at the door. Saw Robert standing next to me in his navy blue suit with a pink corsage in his hand.

“Mommy! You came!”

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