Your dad squinted as he read the flyer that showed your concert’s date— When had you signed up for Band?

“ W..When did you play the violin kiddo? I don’t- uh.. I mean- Amazing! I’m so proud of you! “

He squished your face, kissing your cheek.. you knew he meant well, he was just unsure how to show it.

“ I’ll see if I can maybe get off of work that- “

He saw your expression, clearing his throat.

“ I..I mean I’ll DEFINITELY be there! I wouldn’t miss this for anything, ever, I promise. “