Did Dad pull off a masterstroke—or a total disaster?

Five minutes later, the flight attendant came over and said, “Sir, your daughter…”

My heart dropped.

“…she’s okay, but she seems really scared. Could you come with me?”

I stood up immediately and followed her down the narrow aisle of the plane. My mind was racing. It was her first period, and I knew she was already embarrassed about it. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel alone.