Sweet 16

Shared by Lauri Butera on December 24, 2011

I was 16 years old and my boyfriend, my first love, broke up with  me.  We had danced our first dance to 16 Candles at a sock hop at school.  I listened and sobbed to that song over and over again in my room.  I was crying when I heard footsteps walk toward me.  I looked up and it was my dad.  He said no words, he held out his hand to me, took me in his arms and slow danced with me until this song was done.  Just as quietly and without words still, he left me.  That song no longer became a reminder of my broken heart but a reminder of my fathers love for me...

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