Ember
I yank my hand from Marco’s as my father pushes his way through the door. “Daddy!” I practically scream like a child while jumping into his arms. I don’t care that everyone is watching me; I really don’t. This man is my hero, and I don’t care who sees me with him. I am so proud of my father, and no one will ever make me feel otherwise.
“My little girl. Sorry we didn’t get to see you sing; it took us a while to get here.”
I had no idea he was coming, but I am so happy to see him!
“That’s okay, you’re here now. I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you, too, sweetheart.”
“Whoa,” I hear Saint say in the background.
I know my father can be intimidating; he’s enormous, tall, and so very well-built for a man of his age. But I think it’s my Uncle Hammer that has them all stumped
