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Rose creaked open the door to her parents' bedroom and tiptoed softly towards their bed. She stood at the edge of the mattress, her father's side, and chewed her lip, debating what to do. She didn't want to wake him. He looked so peaceful, but she was scared and she needed her Daddy right now.
Ron groaned and rolled over. Being a father had made him a light sleeper. Cracking open his big blue eyes he smiled groggily at his daughter. "Rosie, what's wrong?"
"I don't know." She whispered, brushing away a tear and fiddling with her night gown.
"Come here, it's gonna be okay, Rose." Ron slid over, opening the covers so his daughter could scramble in next to him.
Rose curled up against his chest and sniffled into his shirt.
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"
"No, I just want to cry."
Ron stroked her hair softly as she cried. It was always nice to know she needed him no matter how old she got. Even if she was engaged to be married. Even if she lived on her own, that she still went to him when she wanted to have a good cry.
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