My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. My wife and I had picked her up from her friend, Sally's, birthday party, brought her home, and put her to bed. My wife went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching a game.
"Daddy," my daughter whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve. "Guess how old I'm going to be next month."
"I don't know..." I said while smiling. "How old?"
She smiled and held up four fingers.
It is 7:30 now. My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.
YOU ARE READING
Short Stories For The Dark
HorrorSome great stories that I love! Hope you guys love them too! Please let me know about any mistakes and or comments on what y'all want. Enjoy! Thanks to @bloodyturtle for this amazing cover!
