Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I bounced down the stairs in my beautiful Easter dress. The white nylons I wore felt so soft between my thighs. I felt like a Princess ready to show off to her king. “Daddy! I’m ready! Come look at my dress!” My little Mary Janes tapped on the hardwood floor as I went in search of my Superman. Daddy’s the best man I know, and I love him so much. The house was surprisingly quiet. Normally, during the holiday, the house is bustling with family. Everyone stuffed deviled eggs into their mouth and talked about whether Mommy’s ham would be dry again this year. But today, I couldn’t find a single soul. Not a cousin or an auntie. No uncles or even Mommy were in sight. “Daddy?” I called, getting a little scared and feeling alone.
“In here, Princess,” Daddy called from his bedroom. I skipped into the room and saw he had a weird metal egg in his hand. He smiled at me and petted the end of the bed.
