“Dad, would you dance with me?” Shelia held her hand out and swallowed back the pebble of fear on the back of her tongue. Would he accept? Or would he look at her like he didn’t know her?
Please, she thought to herself, remember, just this once.
The older man gave her a brilliant smile and Shelia released a soft sigh. She curled her fingers around the old man’s wrinkled hand and gently led him to the dance floor. She smiled and nodded at the other guests as she guided them through the crowd and out onto the dance floor. Todd, her new husband, stood on the sidelines and gave her a quick thumbs up to indicate he knew everything was fine and he was happy for her.
Being able to dance with her father, and him knowing who she was and what was going on, was something she had prayed would happen for nearly a year.
“You look so pretty,” he said, his words a bit broken, but recognizable.
Tears glistened in her eyes as she leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his papery cheek. “Thanks dad. I’m so glad you were able to make it.”
“Why wouldn’t I make it?” he asked her, his blue eyes sparkling in surprise.
“It doesn’t matter,” she mumbled and gazed lovingly into his weathered face. “I hope you know just how much I love you.”
Her father’s smile began to fade, his eyes clouded over. “Who are you again?”
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