Steamy Dreams
It looked like she had a whole spread being prepared and the wonderful smell of coffee hit me.
I cleared my throat to get her attention.
Suddenly, she turned, her smile fading a little when she saw my worried expression, as if wondering how I was feeling.
"Hi daddy!" she said, cheerfully, trying to smile.
"Hi babygirl," I said softly, leaning against the wall and sighing. "How are you doing?"
"I'm happy, daddy," she smiled. "Merry Christmas!"
I smiled. Her happiness was infectious. "Merry Christmas, babygirl."