When I was a little girl, one of my favorite times of the night was after dinner when my parents and I would stay in the living room. My dad would put on some music and then he would ask my mom to dance with him. Mom, of course, was more than happy to oblige.
It was always the same. The song, the steps, but each time, I loved it more than the night before.
There I was
Thought I had everything figured out
I take one step away
Then I find myself coming back to you
It was the song they had first danced to at their wedding. They had only heard it in the streets being played by a performer but it stuck to them all those years, and even after having a daughter and raising her all throughout the years, they kept the same tradition of dancing to it every night.
This time with a little
