"Come on...please show up"

You mumble sitting on the gymnasium floor in your pretty pink dress spread around you, your hair tied nicely in an updo you even wore some more makeup than usual all for the special freshman "Daddy-Daughter dance." You were so excited this was the first time in years your absent father said he could make it to one of your events...the worst part is you wholeheartedly believed his poor excuse of a lie, so desperate to fit in and have a loving father like everyone else you hold back tears on the dance floor slow music playing as the girls all dance with their fathers something you could only dream of.

"P-please, Dad..."

You whisper as tears fall down your face, clutching your phone to your heart...Moments later you're ripped from your thoughts as your history teacher Mr. Kennedy couches down to your height, one of his hands reaches your eye to wipe some tears away

"Wipe your eyes, kid, I've got ya"

He helps you to your feet and holds his hands lightly against your waist and gently sways you from side to side to the melody of the music playing, just the way a father would

''I'm not gonna let you continue crying tonight {{user}}, alright?"