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Hannah stood up. She wiped her face. Her mascara was everywhere. She didn’t care.
“Do you have ‘You Are My Sunshine’?” she asked.
The DJ blinked. “Uh, yeah. I think so.”
“Play that,” Hannah said. She held out her hand to me. “Dance with me, Mom?”
That was the song I sang to her the night she had strep throat. The first one. Before I ran out of songs and started making them up.
I took her hand.
We danced in the middle of that old barn, under the white lights, in front of two hundred people. I’m not a good dancer. Neither is Hannah. We mostly just swayed back and forth and cried and laughed and stepped on each other’s feet.Browse Reference
Halfway through the song, Mark came out on the dance floor and wrapped his arms around both of us. Then Owen came out and joined in. And then Joanne, and Kelsey, and Owen’s mother, and Mrs. Patterson, until there was a big, messy, crying clump of people swaying in the middle of the
