I get in and see a huge bouquet of red roses. “Those were delivered five minutes ago,” he says. I look at them and grab the white card. To MY sweet Zara E. I smile a smile I don’t think I’ve ever worn. It’s a smile that can’t be erased. It’s a smile that even if you want to erase it, you can’t. It’s a smile that fills your heart, it fills you with warmth and makes your stomach do that little flip. “Dad was right,” I say to myself as soon as the driver gets into the car.
