'Please.. get out' or 'Get out part 2'
Tonight like every night after her bedtime story and tuck-in, the lights went out and I said a prayer. She was happy.. content.. and so was I. I stood there in the dark leaned over her bed and gently stroked her hair off her forehead. I slowly and softly continued to stroke her hair in the manner of an un-sung lullabye thinking I would help her blissfully fall into sleep.
A short moment of silence.
natalie: (whispering) Daddy?
daddy: (also whispering) yes natalie?
natalie: can you get out please?
daddy: (slightly taken aback. still whispering) oh. ok. good night. sweet dreams.
natalie: good night. sweet dreams.
My little girl is all grown up ... (sniffle) ...
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