The man held the baby girl in his warm arms. Her eyes shut softly, her hand grasping the man's finger, she was his daughter.
Not by birth, but by fate. Her mother was sixteen, and her father was eighteen. It was a one-on-one, and the mother could not raise a child. The man with his wife, adopted the baby girl. They promised they would take care of her, spoil her, and love her.
When the little girl was a toddler, the man would lift her up in the air. The little girl would shout, "I'm flying Daddy!" and she would spread her arms out like an eagle. Her dad would kiss her forehead and say "I love you", his daughter would kiss his cheek and say, "I love you, Daddy!" and wrap her arms around his neck. Her father would always ask "Will you always be my little girl?" she would always reply; "I promise I'll always be your little girl!".
When the girl was a teen, she was growing up. More independent. Sure they would joke around, but she wasn't a little girl anymore. She was a young lady with dreams that are just too big for the small town where they lived. She had that sparkle in her eyes that shimmered every time she had an oppertunity for her goals in life.
When the girl turned eighteen, she was graduating college. Her dad was crying. He approached her and sobbed "I thought you promised me you'd always be my little girl!", she smiled. Even though he wasn't her biological father, he loved her the same. She squeezed him and cried, "Daddy...I am your little girl!"
