Champagne for my real friends and real pain for my sham friends.
Daddy’s girl
He told her about his five-year-old daughter. How he took her to Disney World. He laughed as he spoke in amazement about his daughter’s excitement to meet all the Disney princesses. “She was a princess among the other princesses. She just glowed and I’m so glad I was there to see her in that moment. She’s just so much fun and makes me laugh!” Clearly, his daughter was his world. He adored her and had she not lightly nudged the conversation in a different direction, he could have talked about his daughter all day.
After hanging up the phone with him, she paused to reflect on the recent conversation. Had her father talked about her with just as much joy and enthusiasm when she was five? Did he remember taking her to sledding in the snow-covered mountains and her hugging him tightly as he put her to bed? Did he remember her whispering in his ear “I love you daddy. More than mommy.” ? Did any of it mean anything to him? And then just like that, the thoughts were gone. Pushed to the back of her mind where she keeps all her unsaid thoughts.