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Re: Childhood Stories

When I was little, maybe 4 or 5, I was a flower girl for my uncle's wedding.

My parents spent all morning getting me ready, dressing me up in a white, puffy flower girl outfit, pinning a flowers to my hair, tying every bow and preparing flower petals in my basket. Time flew by and the ceremony was about to begin. I was the lead flower girl and had my best smile on. The music started and I began to walk down the aisle.

Suddenly, I get nervous and start to panic. I look around the pews and tears start forming in my eyes. As I was halfway down the aisle, tears began to run down my face and I started bawling. "Mommy! Daddy!" I shouted and threw the basket on ground, petals spilling everywhere. I ran back up the isle, wiping tears away with my fists.

With blurry eyes, I saw my dad at the waiting for me at the top, arms open, bent down on one knee. I leaped into his arms and cried into his shoulder. With a soft voice, he patted my head, "It's okay... you did a good job. I love you."