By Christopher Perry
“Sit down and shut up,” Dad said, pacing back and forth. “What were you thinking? Why would you do something so reckless? Who are you?”
“I ju—”
“I can’t even wrap my head around it!”
“I thought I had to.”
“YOU THOUGHT YOU HA— WHAT?”
“I just…” She started to cry. “I just thought it would make him like me.”
He sat down. Put his head in his hands. What could he say?
Then, interlocking his fingers, he exhaled. His anger was no match for her angelic innocence.
“Princess, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever.”
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