She said, "Dad, he's a nice guy, you'd be impressed." I bet I would have been impressed too.
Children grow up so fast, in the blink of an eye. One minute they're twirling around the living room in a too-too and the next, their hearts are taken away by a young fellow that is not yet a man. All parents anticipate, as well as dread the day their daughters are whisked away in such fashion. Although, they don't know how lucky they are.
She wore a long, sapphire ball gown, smoothing the material on her hips, down. She wanted to know if I approve of the dress, "You look beautiful."
She looked different then the rest of us, black hair, black squinty eyes, yet there's a beauty to her uniqueness from the rest of the family. Everything about her screams, "She isn't mine!" oh, but I know that she is.
She would tug on my arm with all her graceful glory, "Dad the prom is still one week away, but I need to practice my dancing, so please, daddy please."
I would take one of her hands in mine and put the other on her slender hip. And I would dance with Cinderella while she is here in my arms, because I know something the prince never knew. And I will dance with Cinderella while she is here in my arms, because all too soon, the clock will strike midnight, and she'll be gone...
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I Need To Practice My Dancing
Krótkie Opowiadania"She spins and she sways to whatever song plays, without a care in the world. And I'm sitting here, wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders."
