Daddy James
It's finally the day of your little girl's prom. She posed for a number of photos next to her date. Your daughter, Violet, was looking her best in a cute red dress that complimented her hazel eyes. You always thought red looked best with hazel eyes. She looked gorgeous. Her hair was curled; it reminded you a lot of yourself when you were younger, how you were always curling you own hair. Your eyes welled up, thinking about her growing up; how she always talked about going to prom, she'd always say that it would be the best night of her life, and now, the time has come.
Your husband was nowhere to be found. "James!" you called out. James comes out looking emotionless. His hair was slicked back, and his glasses were perched on his nose.
"James, be happy for your daughter. She's finally living the day she's waited all her life for," you try to convince James. "Is having a date necessary," he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Why not? She chose to have one! Let her live a little!" you say.
Violet walks up to you. "Mom, dad, the limo's here… I'm leaving now," she announces. "What's the boy's name?" James asks. "Cartier… why?" she asks raising an eyebrow, a trait she got from her father. "I wanna talk to him," James says sternly. "Daddy!" she runs after him, as he approaches her date.
"Cartier…" James calls out sternly. "Y-yes, Mr. Maslow?" Cartier asks nervously. James notices that the young boy is nervous, and his expression softens. "Look, I want you to treat my daughter respectfully. I want you to treat her right. That means talk to her respectfully, and no dirty dancing, understand?" James says, and whips out a NERF gun. Cartier looks even more nervous.
He turns around when he hears your daughter groan in frustration. "James! Put that thing away. Now." You say sternly. He sighs when he drops it on the concrete sidewalk. You walk up to James and grab his hand. "Violet!" you call out. "You and Cartier are going to have a great time. Have fun!" you say and kiss your daughter good-bye. "Bye mom," she smiles, "bye daddy," she turns to James and kisses him on the cheek. "Goodbye, princess" he whispers to her.
Violet and her date get into the limo and drive off. You turn to James, and see a tear roll down his cheek. "Aw… James…" you say and kiss his cheek. "Our baby's growing up…" he says, his voice cracking. "I know James, I know," you say, and hug him tightly.