I sort of wanted to throw up. But I knew I wasn’t sick. Nothing felt sick except for my tummy. It really didn’t feel good. It would be a few years before I learned that I was feeling nerves many refer to as “the butterflies.”
I picked out my prettiest dress. It was white with layers in the skirt. I only wore it on the most special occasions. I put on matching tights and matching shoes. I felt like a princess. I hoped he would think I looked pretty. He was the only one who had an opinion that mattered. At least on that day that’s how it was.
My first date.
I heard someone call that it was time to go.
I majestically floated to the top of the stairs, knowing all eyes would be on me. I was Cinderella at the ball. I noticed quickly that my dad didn’t get quite as dressed up as me. I didn’t know why not because we were going to the fanciest restaurant in the world: Olive Garden. I felt a little shy as I walked downstairs. That wasn’t the princess way. But my dad thought I looked beautiful and that made me feel nervous.
We went out to eat and I was as proper as I could be. We ordered fancy food and drank from pretty glasses. I don’t know what we said to each other, if we said anything at all. That’s not what I cared about.
I was wearing my prettiest dress. It was just me and my dad. That’s all that mattered.
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