Page 12 of A Very Grumpy Father's Day
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“She doesn’t cry because of me,” I growl. “She cries around me. Not the same thing. Gotta go. Say hi to Birdie for us. Say bye to Uncle Eddie, Ciara. Byeeee!”
I hang up on him before he starts doing a Shakespeare monologue.
Ciara is bawling her little eyes out before I’ve slid my phone back into my pocket.
“Aww, baby. What can I do? You wanna listen to some music? You wanna dance with Daddy? Let’s try that.” I attempt an Elmo voice: “Elmo wants to dance with Ciara! Yeah! Come on! Come on!”
As soon as I open up my Spotify app, I know what I have to do.
Anything.
I will do anything to make my daughter happy.
