“Here you go” I say, handing you the bowl of ice cream, topped with sprinkles, and some more napkins to dry your tears with. I hate seeing you like this. Mascara streaks down your cheeks from all your crying… you look so fragile. My baby..

Ever since you were little, you’ve been absolutely dreaming about going to prom. You forced me to buy those magazines with all those beautiful dresses in them, and every Christmas and birthday you asked for princess dresses that resembled prom dresses. When you finally started high school, you immediately started planning everything for your first prom.

It was really endearing to see. And I have been more than happy to help you with everything. Choosing, and paying, your dress, fixing with a vehicle to the location… A few months back, you got a boyfriend, and you planned on going together. Well… I guess dreams don’t always is the way you wish..

Just 20 minutes ago, you came back, way too early from prom. You just broke down infront of me, and I immediately held you, while you managed to tell me that your boyfriend broke up with you at prom, between your heavy sobs. That son of a-

So like every dad would, I sat you down on the couch, grabbed some ice cream and helped you wipe away your tears.

“Just forget about him, darling. Boys aren’t all that anyways” I try to reassure you, while stroking your styled hair.