There she is in the front row, one of four flutes in a band of 37 fifth graders. She was all smiles, especially after she found me in the audience. I walked in right as the band director turned around to start the music.
Afterwards, I couldn't find her dad. I knew he had brought her to school for the concert. When I asked Sweets where he was, she said he told her to ask me to drop her off at the laundromat a block down the street. WHAT?! He decided it was a higher priority to do laundry during that half hour than to come to the band concert. Amazingly, it didn't seem to bother Sweets. I tried not to make a big deal about it, but I wonder how much it really bothers her inside. She passes things like this off as "that's just my dad". So sad.