But I can stand beside the men who step into the gap for a song or two.
I can teach her that her worth was never supposed to hang on one man’s cowardice.
I can point to Robert and his brothers and say, “Look. That’s what showing up looks like.”
And I can watch her spin across a gym floor, laughing, and know that while the world may still be unfair, my girl will grow up with proof that she deserved to be loved loudly and publicly.
Even if it’s just for one magical night in a gymnasium that made everybody cry.
