Lunch date

     She sat by the window looking down at the street below, watching for her lunch date to arrive. She had spent the morning getting ready, she thought she had made the perfect choice in dresses and painted her nails to match. It was hot outside so she put her hair up which she thought made her look older but that was o.k. She sat looking twirling the multi colored bracelet he had given her on her last birthday, his last visit. She understood he was a busy man with important things to do all she wanted was to spend a little time with him as she loved him so very much. She ran downstairs as she saw his car coming up the driveway almost tripping in the high heel shoes she seldom wore. He got out of his car opening his arms as she jumped into them kissing his cheek leaving her small lipstick mark that would stay on him the rest of their day, and what a wonderful day it was. She felt like a princess and he a king as every eight-year-old should feel when daddy asks them out for a date.

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