• A young man looked at the sweet, innocent baby girl in his arms and gazed at her with love. ‘Whoa,’ he thought to himself, ‘this small child is mine. I made her.’ He kissed the girls head and handed her to his weak wife. Looking at both of the girls together, he couldn’t help but think that that was the perfect picture: two of the most important people in his life with him.
    Around six years later the same small girl bounded down the hallway of their house and sat right in her daddies lap. She looked up at him with large, shining blue eyes, her brown hair strewn around her head messily. “Daddy,” she said curiously, “where do babies come from?” He sputtered, unprepared for the question, “Uh, you see… why don’t you go ask your mom?” The girl pouted, “I always have to ask mommy.” She climbed off of him and scuttled off to go ask her mother. He chuckled at her and watched as his wife stared at him before proceeding to tell the younger girl about the stork.
    When the small girl grew to twelve, her interests peaked to boys and she went straight to her dad. “Daddy,” she said curiously, “why are boys so stupid?” He smiled at her, “because, baby, it’s something their born with.” She tilted her head in curiosity, “yeah, that’s what I thought too. I always talk to the boy I like and he doesn’t seem to get that I like him.” “Well,” her daddy said to her, “boys aren’t always the smartest, don’t get yourself hurt by them, alright?” he warned her, poking her nose. She giggled, “of course, daddy, I won’t get hurt by a stupid boy.” And with that she ran off to play with her friends.
    Sixteen came all too soon and the once little girl grew to be a pretty young lady. She came through the door around seven at night, crying. Her father frowned, “what’s wrong, baby?” He asked, taking her into his arms. “D-daddy, w-why did he h-hurt me?” she asked, weeping in his arms. Rubbing her back in understanding, he kissed her head, “because, baby, he’s stupid. Remember, it’s something boys are born with.” She looked up at him with her teary blue eyes and he wiped her tears away. “Are all boys born with stupidity?” she asked, hiccupping after. “Well, there are a few that aren’t, but their hard to find, so take your time finding him, ok?” he asked, stroking her hair. She gave a small smile, “alright, daddy. Thank you,” and with that she hugged him tightly and walked to her mother, asking for advice.
    A few years later the pretty young lady had grown into a beautiful young woman. She came through the door, her brown hair feathering around her face and her blue eyes sparkling. “Daddy,” she said to him, “do you think I’m ready?” and when he looked at her curiously, she showed him her finger and the gold band with the most beautiful and small diamond glittered in the light. His jaw dropped and he embraced her warmly, “Baby, if you think your ready,” he said, looking her in the eyes, “then I think your ready.” She squealed in delight and her fiancé came through the door, smiling.
    Her father hugged him, welcoming him to the family, “take care of my baby for me,” he whispered in his ear. The young man just smiled, “I promise I will.” He took his daughter back in his arms and squeezed her tight, “I don’t want to let my baby go,” he told her, still in their tight hold. She smiled in his neck, “I’ll always be your baby, daddy; you wont have to let me go completely.” He smiled at her, gave her a kiss and nodded his head, though he knew that he had to let her go, but she would always be his baby girl.