My sister posted about it on social media. Just a frustrated rant about the school’s policy and how unfair it was to exclude fatherless girls from a dance. She didn’t tag anyone. Didn’t expect anything to come of it.
Three days later, my phone rang. A man’s voice I didn’t recognize.
I was confused. Scared, honestly. “Help how?”
“How many fatherless girls are at that school? Girls who can’t go to this dance because they don’t have dads?”
I had no idea. “I don’t know. Maybe twenty? Thirty?”
“Find out. Get us a number. Because every single one of those girls is going to that dance. And they’re going to have the best dates in the room.”
I thought he was joking. Or crazy. Or both.
But Robert was serious. Dead serious.
I contacted other single moms at the school. Posted in local parenting groups. Within a week, I had a list of forty-seven girls between ages five and twelve who couldn’t attend the daddy-daughter dance because they didn’t have fathers.
Forty-seven girls. Almost a quarter of the school. All excluded from an event their classmates would be talking about for weeks.
“We’ve got fifty-three brothers confirmed. Every girl gets a date. Tell them to pick out their prettiest dresses. We’ll handle the rest.”
The school administration was not happy when Robert called them. They tried to refuse. Said they couldn’t allow “strange men” to attend a school function. Said it was a liability issue. Said it violated policy.
Robert didn’t argue. He simply said, “You have two choices. You either let these girls attend with volunteer escorts who have all passed background checks, or we contact every news station in the state and let them report on how Jefferson Elementary excludes fatherless children from school events. Your call.”
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