53 bikers showed up in suits when school said fatherless girls couldn’t attend the daddy-daughter dance, and what happened when the music started made every single person in that gymnasium cry. My daughter Sita is eight years old. Her father left before she was born. Never met her. Never sent a birthday card. Never even acknowledged she existed. For eight years, I’ve been mom and dad, doing everything I can to make sure Sita never feels that hole in her life. But some holes c…

53 bikers showed up in suits when school said fatherless girls couldn’t attend the daddy-daughter dance, and what happened when the music started made every single person in that gymnasium cry.

My daughter Sita is eight years old. Her father left before she was born. Never met her. Never sent a birthday card. Never even acknowledged she existed. For eight years, I’ve been mom and dad, doing everything I can to make sure Sita never feels that hole in her life.

But some holes can’t be filled by a mother’s love alone.

When Sita came home with the flyer for Jefferson Elementary’s annual Daddy-Daughter Dance, her face was glowing. “Mommy, can I go? Please? All my friends are going with their daddies!”

My heart shattered into a million pieces.

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