Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 năm old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother đã đưa ý kiến to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the đi văng to give her a hug.
“I tình yêu bạn Daddy.”
“Love bạn too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in tình yêu with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 năm old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother đã đưa ý kiến to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the đi văng to give her a hug.
“I tình yêu bạn Daddy.”
“Love bạn too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in tình yêu with.”
