Shorty's Stories About The Real World

She Was Nine

She was six when her dad was sitting with a glass of wine in one hand and the hand of a woman laced with the other one.

It must've been his best friend.

She was seven when her dad was sitting with a rose in one hand and the same female hand laced with the other one.

They must really be best friends. The rose was pretty.

She was eight when her dad got down on one knee with one hand on a velvet box with a ring and the other one tenderly grabbing the lady-who-was-daddy's-best-friend's hand.

It must be a ring promising to keep their friendship.

She was nine when her mom found out that daddy had a best friend and he slammed the front door shut behind him.

She realized that wasn't his best friend.