Sweet Child of Mine (Sing Song Challenge)

I never thought the walk down the aisle could be so long. She looks so beautiful today.

Oh! There’s that smile I remember. The one she used to flash to her mother and me when she was proud of a “masterpiece” we’d hang on the door of the fridge.

I see that she’s highlighted her brown hair for her “special day.” Looks like golden rays of warm sun just slid down and melted across her head. I guess he likes it.

Man, I feel for him the day he sends her into one of the tantrums. Stomping down the hall in a thunderous rage, locking herself in her room waiting for us to quietly pass her by.

Come on, now. Just look straight ahead. And don’t cry. Leave that to her mother. There’s mom now. Yep, she’s been crying. At least, it seems to be tears of joy. I’d hate to look into those eyes and see even an ounce of pain.

“Where do we go now.” Did I say that out loud?

“Daddy, you go sit with Mom,” she whispers with a smile.

“Oh, sweet child of mine,” I say and give her a kiss on the cheek through her veil.

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