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From Mary Anne's Book, a scene of total gorgeousness between Mary Anne and Richard:

Tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t stop them. “I don’t want to be in the recital, Dad,” I sobbed. “I just don’t.”

He put his arms around me and I hugged him. “Then you shouldn’t be in it, honey. I’ll tell your teacher and we’ll go home. Okay?”

I pulled off my tiara and handed it to him. Then I stepped out of the tutu and gave him that. “Give these to the teacher,” I said. “I’ll wait here for you. And tell Kristy and Claudia that I’m okay.”

A few minutes later Dad and I were in the car driving home.

“Mary Anne,” my father said, “I want you to make me a promise.”

“What?” I asked.

“I want you to promise me that the next time you’re unhappy about something you’ll tell me about it. Will you promise me that?”

“I promise,” I said.

My dad and I exchanged a smile. I felt so lucky to have such a wonderful father.

“Now, how’s that stomach of yours doing?” he asked.

I swallowed and realised that my stomach was fine. “I feel okay,” I said.

“Good,” he said. “I thought maybe we’d go to the mall and buy ourselves a new barbecue grill. And then do a big grocery shop. Maybe we could have a barbecue tonight and invite the Thomases and the Kishis. Would you like that?”

“That’d be fun,” I said. “But can we go home first so I can put on my regular clothes?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

OH. MY. GOD. ♥ THIS MELTS MY HEART.

Oh. AWWW. ♥

ilu, Richard Spier.

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